Alas! my child, where is the Pen That can do justice to the Hen? Like Royalty, she goes her way, Laying foundations every day, Though not for Public Buildings, yet For Custard, Cake and Omelette. Of if too old for such a use They have their fling at some abuse, As when to censure Plays Unfit Upon the stage they make a Hit Or at elections seal the Fate Of an Obnoxious Candidate. No wonder, Child, we prize the Hen, Whose Egg is Mightier than the Pen.

The Prussian Sovereigns are in possession of a crown not be the grace of the people, but by God's grace.

A mathematician is a device for turning coffee into thereoms.

If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind With your fear flowing out behind you As you claw the thin ice.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane.

The darkest hour of a man's life is when he sits down to plan how to get money without earning it.

Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.

Every vice makes its guilt the more conspicuous in proportion to the rank of the offender.

We give advice, but we do not inspire conduct.

Modern man drives a mortgaged car over a bond-financed highway on credit-card gas.

hear me now, believe me later.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours, that are but skin-deep.

It is not necessary to change. Survival is not mandatory.

Poverty within is as dangerous as poverty without.

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.

The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence.

Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray, Was light from Heaven.