Oh East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.
Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.
It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.
Everyone is more or less mad on one point.
A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.