The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
That's the conditions that prevail!
Be awfully nice to them going up, because you're gonna meet them all coming down.
My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe.
All of us have schnozzles. . . if not in our faces, then in our character, minds or habits. When we admit our schnozzles, instead of defending them, we begin to laugh, and the world laughs with us.
My nose isn't big. I just happen to have a very small head.
Make someone happy, Make just one someone happy, And you will be happy, too.
Those who can take that crabbed tree handsomely upon their back, and fasten it on cannily, shall find it such a burden as wings unto a bird, or sails to a ship.
When hands are joined, no one can point fingers.
. . her smile, which was her pretty feature, was never so pretty as when her sprightly phrase had a scratch lurking in it.
Each of us, Leonard Read said, must become candles of liberty in the darkness of collectivist ideas. The brighter we each shine through our understanding and ability to articulate the meaning of freedom, the more we will be beacons that can attract others.