Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?
We had a kettle; we let it leak: Our not repairing made it worse. We haven't had any tea for a week... The bottom is out of the Universe.
When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind.
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.