A Boy's Muscles Move Quicker

Life Is A Thing To Be Lived, Not Spent; To Be Faced, Not Ordered. Life Is Not A Game Of Chess, The Victory To The Most Knowing; It Is A Game Of Cards, One's Hand By Skill To Be Made The Best Of.

What Readers Ask Nowadays In A Book Is That It Should Improve, Instruct, And Elevate. This Book Wouldn't Elevate A Cow.

The Shy Man Does Have Some Slight Revenge Upon Society For The Torture It Inflicts Upon Him.

The Weather Is Like The Government, Always In The Wrong.

That Is Just The Way With Memory; Nothing That She Brings To Us Is Complete. She Is A Willful Child; All Her Toys Are Broken. I Remember Tumbling Into A Huge Dust-hole When A Very Small Boy, But I Have Not The Faintest Recollection Of Ever Getting Out Again; And If Memory Were All We Had To Trust To, I Should Be Compelled To Believe I Was There Still.