We All Make Mistakes, But Intelligence Enables

I Only Know That All Is Lost, And That Nothing Can Help Me Unless I Inherit Money, Strike Oil Or Go To Work.

It's Easy To See The Faults In People, I Know; And It's Harder To See The Good. Especially When The Good Isn't There.

The Head Of A Pike, Served At Supper, Is Said To Have Caused The Death From Terror Of Theodoric The Goth, Who Imagined The Fish's Features To Be Those Of Symmachus, A Man He Had Just Killed. But For This Story, We Of Today Would Have No Idea What Symmachus Looked Like.

An Ant On A Hot Stove-lid Runs Faster Than An Ant On A Cold One. Who Wouldn't?

I'm A Poetry-skipper Myself. I Don't Like To Boast, But I Have Probably Skipped More Poetry Than Any Other Person Of My Age And Weight In This Country - Make It Any Other Two Persons. This Doesn't Mean That I Hate Poetry. I Don't Feel That Strongly About It. It Only Means That Those Who Wish To Communicate With Me By Means Of The Written Word Must Do So In Prose.