A loud noise at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other.

How dull, how impossible life would be without dreams - waking dreams, I mean - the dreams that we call 'castles in the air,' built by the kindly hands of Hope…

I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.

The human mind can no more produce an original thought than a tree can bear an original fruit. As well might one cry for an original note in music as expect an…