Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?

If any Question why We Died Tell them because our Father's Lied.

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.

A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.