Father! — to God himself we cannot give a holier name. – William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth

Father! — to God himself we cannot give a holier name. – William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. – William Wordsworth
Two little girls, on their way home from Sunday school, were solemnly discussing the lesson. “Do you believe there is a devil?” asked one. “No,” said the other promptly. “It’s like Santa Claus: it’s your father.” – Nebelspalter (Zurich, Switzerland), quoted in The Literary Digest, Vol.106, 1930