Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.

I am a conscientious man, when I throw rocks at seabirds I leave no tern unstoned.

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

Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.

Then here's to the heartening wassail, Wherever good fellows are found; Be its master instead of its vassal, and order the glasses around.

I was born a jackdaw; why should I try to be an owl?

There once was an umpire whose vision Was cause for abuse and derision He remarked in surprise, 'Why pick on my eyes? It's my heart that dictates my decision.'