A goose flies by a chart which the Royal Geographical Society could not mend.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.What refuge is there for the victim who is oppressed with the feeling that there are a thousand new books he ought to read, while life is only long enough for him to attempt to read a hundred?
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.See how he throws his baited lines about,/And plays his men as anglers play their trout.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.