We had an awfully good ball club that was capable of beating anybody. They were that good.
Ah, dearer than my soul. Dearer than light, or life, or fame.
While some no other cause for life can give, but a dull habitude to live.
Lord of myself, accountable to none, but to my conscience, and my God alone.
I wear my Pen as others do their Sword.
One of my resolutions is to quit smoking. I’ve tried for the past two years, but this year I am going to stick with it.
And all your future lies beneath your hat.