She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake.

The ingrained idea that, because there is no king and they despise titles, the Americans are a free people is pathetically untrue. . . . There is a perpetual interference with personal liberty over there that would not be tolerated in England for a week.

I was born in the country of Hogg and Scott between the Yarrow and the Tweed, in the year 1864.

She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake.

It is not dying, but living, that is a preparation for Death.

He couldn't see a belt without hitting below it.

The capacity to suffer varies more than anything that I have observed in human nature.