... the patriotic art of lying for one's country.

... the patriotic art of lying for one's country.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter -- often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter -- in the eye.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter -- often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter -- in the eye.

When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
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When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The little one gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed;
On, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

I am not a heavy drinker. I can sometimes go for hours without touching a drop.

I am not a heavy drinker. I can sometimes go for hours without touching a drop.