All that matters is what we do for each other.

One of the deepest motives (as you are aware) in the human beast (so deep that many have failed to detect it) is Alliteration.

One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it-- it was the black kitten's fault entirely.

Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.

When you have made a thorough and reasonably long effort, to understand a thing, and still feel puzzled by it, stop, you will only hurt yourself by going on.

I don't want to take up literature in a money-making spirit, or be very anxious about making large profits, but selling it at a loss is another thing altogether, and an amusement I cannot well afford.

have i gone mad? im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.