They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one.
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!
Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.
Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.