Term, holidays, term, holidays, till we leave school, and then work, work, work till we die.

"Whom are you?" said he, for he had been to night school.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

My father, a good man, told me, "Never lose your ignorance; you cannot replace it."

Women of genius commonly have masculine faces, figures and manners. In transplanting brains to an alien soil God leaves a little of the original earth clinging to the roots.

If we suffer tamely a lawless attack upon our liberty, we encourage it, and involve others in our doom.