To be human is to have one's little modicum of romance secreted away in one's composition. One never ceases to make a hero of one's self, (in private,) during life, but only alters the style of heroism from time to time as the drifting years belittle certain gods of his admiration and raise up others in their stead.

Drag your thoughts away from your troubles... by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.

What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light.

History may not repeat, but it often rhymes.

Who knows, he may grow up to be President someday, unless they hang him first!" Aunt Polly about Tom Sawyer

To say a compliment well is a high art and few possess it.

That is their way, those plagues, those scientists - peg, peg, peg - dig, dig, dig - plod, plod, plod. I wish I could catch a cargo of them for my place; it would be an economy. Yes, for years, you see. They never give up. Patience, hope, faith, perseverance; it is the way of all the breed.