The first time a student realizes that a little learning is a dangerous thing is when he brings home a poor report card.

A joke, even if it be a lame one, is nowhere so keenly relished or quickly applauded as in a murder trial.

There isn't a Parallel of Latitude but thinks it would have been the Equator if it had had its rights.

The source of all humor is not laughter, but sorrow.

There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless.

How slow and still the time did drag along.

It is a wise child that knows its own father, and an unusual one that unreservedly approves of him.