I once delivered a simple ball, which I was told, had it gone far enough, would have been considered a wide

Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are!

When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark: But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.

It is the privilege of true genius, And especially genius who opens up a new path, To make great mistakes with impunity

No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise.

The recent extraordinary discovery in Photography, as applied in the operations of the mind, has reduced the art of novel-writing to the merest mechanical labour.

I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?