Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.

Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.

I wish these flies would piss off.

A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.

O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

A bottle of good wine, like a good act, shines ever in the retrospect.