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.

Women are but the toys which amuse our lighter hours---ambition is the serious business of life.

Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.

Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.

Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!