Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.

And the end of the fight is tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear, "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods

If you do not get what you want, it is a sure sign that you did not seriously want it.

Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain. . . .