Wherever conversation's flowing, / Why must I feel it falls on me / To keep things going?

Ah, snug lie those that slumber Beneath Conviction's roof. Their floors are sturdy lumber, Their windows weatherproof. But I sleep cold forever And cold sleep all my kind, For I was born to shiver In the draft from an open mind.

It's this no-nonsense side of women that is pleasant to deal with. They are the real sportsmen.

A mother's hardest to forgive. Life is the fruit she longs to hand you Ripe on a plate. And while you live, Relentlessly she understands you.

Sometimes I have a notion that what might improve the situation is to have women take over the occupations of government and trade and to give men their freedom.

Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant Cause.

This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.