Oh, brother wearers of motley, are there not moments when one grows sick of grinning and trembling and the jingling of cap and bells?

I knew all along that the prize I had set my life on was not worth the winning.

Life is soul's nursery- its training place for the destinies of eternity.

A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears.

People who do not know how to laugh are always pompous and self-conceited.

Malice is of the boomerang character, and is apt to turn upon the projector.

if you are not allowed to touch the heart sometimes in spite of syntax, and are not to be loved until you all know the difference between trimeter and trameter, may all Poetry go to the deuce, and every schoolmaster perish miserably!