This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers.

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.

One of the poets, whose name I cannot recall, has a passage, which I am unable at the moment to remember, in one of his works, which for the time being has slipped my mind, which hits off admirably this age-old situation.

The cosy glow which had been enveloping the Duke became shot through by a sudden chill. It was as if he had been luxuriating in a warm shower bath, and some hidden hand had turned on the cold tap.

Why do dachshunds wear their ears inside out?

What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?

Men capable of governing empires fail to control a small white ball, which presents no difficulties whetever to others with one ounce more brain than a cuckoo clock. I wish to goodness I knew the man who invented this infernal game. I'd strangle him. But I suppose he's been dead for ages. Still, I could go and jump on his grave.