If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.

The American does not drink at meals as a sensible man should. Indeed, he has no meals. He stuffs for ten minutes thrice a day.

On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!

Every woman knows all about everything.

One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.

I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race... and the hearts of the meanest were humbled.