The old Irish when immersing a babe at baptism left out the right arm so that it would remain pagan for good fighting

Don't say the old lady screamed. Bring her on and let her scream.

Oh Death where is thy sting! It has none. But life has.

A man's house burns down. The smoking wreckage represents only a ruined home that was dear through years of use and pleasant associations. By and by, as the days and weeks go on, first he misses this, then that, then the other thing. And when he casts about for it he finds that it was in that house. Always it is an essential - here was but one of its kind. It cannot be replaced. It was in that house. It is irrevocably lost...It will be years before the tale of lost essentials is complete, and not till then can he truly know the magnitude of his disaster.

To place man properly at the present time, he stands somewhere between the angels and the French.

I am pushing sixty. That is enough exercise for me.

Scientists have odious manners, except when you prop up their theory; then you can borrow money off them.