And Tom brought him chicken soup until he wanted to kill him. The lore has not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.

You got to live before you can afford to die.

I wonder why it is that when I plan a route too carefully, it goes to pieces, whereas if I blunder along in blissful ignorance aimed in a fancied direction I get through with no trouble.

And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

Out of all this struggle a good thing is going to grow. That makes it worthwhile.

I think today if we forbade our illiterate children to touch the wonderful things of our literature, perhaps they might steal them and find secret joy.

It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.