The next time a car appeared down Market Street, I stepped right out into the road, waving my arms over my head, shouting.
Memory feeds imagination.
Everybody likes to go their own way--to choose their own time and manner of devotion.
Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
Nothing can be so amusingly arrogant as a young man who has just discovered an old idea and thinks it is his own.
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.