They will come back, come back again, As long as the red earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think he would squander souls?

The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;!

Yes, making mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep

All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!

The American has no language, he has a dialect, slang, provincialism, accent and so forth

Each dog barks in his own yard!