There are only three things that can kill a farmer: lightning rolling over in a tractor and old age.
Those little nimble musicians of the air that warble forth their curious ditties with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art.
I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another...
God has two dwellings one in heaven and the other in a meek and thankful...
I have laid aside business and gone a'fishing.
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...