The microbe is so very small: You cannot take him out at all.
I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I use the leaden one his hide is sure to flatten em.
It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them.
Remote and ineffectual don.
I'm tired of love; I'm still more tired of rhyme; but money gives me pleasure all the time.
Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.
From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There's nothing worth the wear of winning,
But laughter and the love of friends.