Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Think they’re Socrates.
of jazz musician and composer John Dankworth
Couth, kempt and shevelled.
An alledged conversation between the taciturn president and his wife – on being asked by her what the the preacher’s sermon had been about
Mrs. Coolidge: Well, what did he say about it?
Coolidge: He was against it.
The trouble ain’t that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain’t distributed right.