With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Over the trackless past, somewhere, Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Only regained by faith and prayer, Only recalled by prayer and plaint: Each lost day has its patron saint.
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
Man has the possibility of existence after death. But possibility is one thing and the realization of the possibility is quite a different thing.
One big vice in a man is apt to keep out of a great many smaller ones
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again
The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers
But he smiled as he sat by the table, / With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Drop down, O fleecy Fog and hide/ Her skeptic sneer, and all her pride!
A bird in hand is a certainty. But a bird in the bush may sing.
That was pretty outstanding, ... But that's the way she's been shooting.
There was no fire there tonight, ... We didn't tackle well, we didn't block well and Summerville came out and did what they had to do.
Our kids played very well, ... We were in the game the entire time. We tried to contain Costa ... but he's so quick and strong. We couldn't hold him.
There was, I think, a prevailingimpression common to the provincial mind, that his misfortune wasthe result of the defective moral quality of his being a stranger.
If, of all words of tongue and pen,The saddest are, 'It might have been,'More sad are these we daily see:'It is, but hadn't ought to be.