An anthology is like all the plums and orange peel picked out of a cake.

There is nothing exempt from the peril of mutation; the earth, heavens, and whole world is thereunto subject.

Who so desireth to know what will be hereafter, let him think of what is past, for the world hath ever been in a circular revolution; whatsoever is now, was heretofore; and things past or present, are no other than such as shall be again: Redit orbis in orbem.

Better were it to be unborn than to be ill bred.

Bad language or abuse, I never, never use, Whatever the emergency; Though 'Bother it' I may Occasionally say, I never use a big, big D : What, never? : No, never! : What never? : Well, hardly ever! : Hardly ever swears a big, big D Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the well-bred Captain of the Pinafore!

An anthology is like all the plums and orange peel picked out of a cake.

Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares.