What's your name?" "Becky Thatcher. What's yours? Oh, I know. It's Thomas Sawyer." "That's the name they lick me by. I'm Tom when I'm good. You call me Tom, will you?" "Yes

Comparison is the death of joy.

Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example.

Modesty died when clothes were born.

I was born with Halley's Comet and I expect to die upon its return

We don't care to eat toadstools that think they are truffles.

If I can capture truth in its simplest form, beauty will follow like a sledgehammer.