In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him.

What do we call love, hate, charity, revenge, humanity, forgiveness? Different results of the master impulse, the necessity of securing one's self-approval.

Soap and education are not as sudden as a massacre, but they are more deadly in the long run. Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

In Boston they ask, how much does he know? In New York, how much is he worth? In Philadelphia, who were his parents?

Note that venerable proverb: Children and fools always speak the truth. The deduction is plain: adults and wise persons never speak it.

Astonishing things can be done with the human memory if you will devote it faithfully to one particular line of business.

It used to be a good hotel, but that proves nothing - I used to be a good boy.