Three Generations Of Imbeciles Are Enough.

Fate Tried To Conceal Him By Naming Him Smith.

Fame Is The Scentless Sunflower, With Gaudy Crown Of Gold; But Friendship Is The Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

The Common Law Is Not A Brooding Omnipresence In The Sky, But The Articulate Voice Of Some Sovereign Or Quasi Sovereign That Can Be Identified; Although Some Decisions With Which I Have Disagreed Seem To Me To Have Forgotten The Fact.

The Preacher's Garment Is Cut According To The Pattern Of That Of The Hearers, For The Most Part.

Leisure Only Means A Chance To Do Other Jobs That Demand Attention.