In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates, the poet quivers, and the political hero erects the fortress of his will. – Jos
Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; dies before thy uncreating word: thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; and universal darkness buries all. – Alexander Pope
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right mans brow. – Ovid
It is Christmas Eve, and the fairies come to good children and bring them gingerbread. – C.C. Shackford, “Christmas Eve in Germany,” c.1870, from the German
