The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

A boy's will is the wind's will.

Fortitude is the guard and support of the other virtues.

Parents wonder why the streams are bitter$$$ when they themselves poison the fountain.

Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.

It is impossible to have bad taste$$$ but many people have none at all.

A book is a mirror: if an ape looks into it$$$ an apostle is hardly likely to look out.

Nothing is more conductive to peace of mind than not having any opinions at all.

I was the walrus$$$ but now I am John...and so my friends$$$ you'll just have to carry on. The dream is over.

As usual$$$ there is a great woman behind every idiot.