I think progress began to retrogress when Wilbur and Orville started tinkering around in Dayton and at Kitty Hawk, because I believe that two Wrights made a wrong.

A bit of talcum Is always walcum.

In real life, it takes only one to make a quarrel.

Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. That’s the season to be young, Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when it’s snowing, I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.

He is not drunk, who from the floor, can rise and stand and shout for more

O thrice unhappy home Whose master doesn't know the difference between a watt and an ohm!

How Sunday into Monday melts!