A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived born grows up and dies of old age in a day.
It is in our faults and failings not in our virtues that we touch each other and find sympathy. It is in our follies that we are one.
I like work it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes but...
I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to...
I have the greatest sympathy with the growth of the socialist party. I think...
Captain Hale alone without sympathy or support save that from above on...
I didn't feel any remorse or sympathy if I injured a rival. I went over the...
