Teaching is like trying to hold 35 corks underwater at once.
We despise no source that can pay us a pleasing attention.
Human pride is not worthwhile; there is always something lying in wait to take the wind out of it.
One of the brightest gems in the New England weather is the dazzling uncertainty of it.
Yes, even I am dishonest. Not in many ways, but in some. Forty-one, I think it is.
The radical of one century is the conservative of the next.