Suddenly the nickel-clad horse takes the bit in its mouth and goes slanting for the curbstone defying all prayers and all your powers to change its mind - your heart stands still, your breath hangs fire, your legs forget to work.

A good legible label is usually worth, for information, a ton of significant attitude and expression in a historical picture.

It is easy to find fault, if one has that disposition. There was once a man who, not being able to find any other fault with his coal, complained that there were too many prehistoric toads in it.

I think we never become really and genuinely our entire and honest selves until we are dead--and not then until we have been dead years and years. People ought to start dead, and they would be honest so much earlier.

By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity. Another man's, I mean.

He had the calm confidence of a Christian with four aces.

Write without pay until somebody offers to pay.