A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and money, but even... without any hope of doing it well.

Age, like distance lends a double charm.

Many are called but few get up.

A man is known by the silence he keeps.

A pest is a person who can talk like an encyclopedia, and does.

The Elf and the Dormouse UNDER a toadstool crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain to shelter himself. Under the toadstool, sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet Fearing to fly away lest he get wet. To the next shelter-maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile. Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two. Holding it over him, gaily he flew. Soon he was safe home, dry as could be. Soon woke the Dormouse-"Good gracious me!" "Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented. -And that's how umbrellas first were invented.

I would like to throw an egg into an electric fan.