The spirit is an inward flame; a lamp the world blows upon but never puts out.
Rumor is untraceable, incalculable, and infectious.
If Kitchener was not a great man, he was, at least, a great poster.
Although I am not stupid, the mathematical side of my brain is like dumb notes upon a damaged piano.
What a pity, when Christopher Colombus discovered America, that he ever mentioned it.
[To Jean Harlow, who repeatedly mispronounced her first name:] No, no, Jean. The t is silent, as in Harlow.