Damn the subjunctive. It brings all our writers to shame.
Humor is the good natured side of a truth.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain.
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
They say that you can't live by bread alone, but I can live on compliments.
'Don't you worry, and don't you hurry.' I know that phrase by heart, and if all other music should perish out of the world it would still sing to me.