In the name of God!" said Gurth, "how came they prisoners? and to whom?" "Our master was too ready to fight," said the Jester, "and Athelstane was not ready enough, and no other person was ready at all.

Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.

A mother's pride, a father's joy.

A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.