Those who welcome death have only tried it from the ears up.
A fellow who is always declaring that he's no fool, usually has his suspicions.
I hate careless flattery, the kind that exhausts you in your efforts to believe it.
I've known countless people who were reservoirs of learning, yet never had a thought.
In the battle of existence, Talent is the punch; Tact is the clever footwork.
What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.