When reasons are weak, attitudes stiffen.

Each snowflake in an avalanche pleads not guilty.

Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up

In order for you to be yourself, you have to be somebody first.

When you jump for joy, beware that no one moves the ground from beneath your feet.

Whenever man begins to doubt himself, he does something so stupid that he is reassured.

Illiterates have to dictate.