Maxioms by Robert Louis Stevenson
Umbrellas, like faces, acquire a certain sympathy with the
individual who carries them. . . . May it not read more
Umbrellas, like faces, acquire a certain sympathy with the
individual who carries them. . . . May it not be said of the
bearers of these inappropriate umbrellas, that they go about the
streets "with a lie in their right hand?" . . . Except in a very
few cases of hypocrisy joined to a powerful intellect, men, not
by nature, umbrellarians, have tried again and again to become so
by art, and yet have failed--have expended their patrimony in the
purchase of umbrella after umbrella, and yet have systematically
lost them, and have finally, with contrite spirits and strunken
purses, given up their vain struggle, and relied on theft and
borrowing for the remainder of their lives.
It is better to lose health like a spendthrift than to waste it like a miser.
It is better to lose health like a spendthrift than to waste it like a miser.
A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said read more
A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said the lad. "You must have little to do," said the man. The next day, they met again. Once more the lad was weeping. "Why do you weep now?" asked the man. "I am weeping because I have nothing to eat," said the lad. "I thought it would come to that," said the man.
Once I guessed right,
And I got credit by't;
Thrice I guessed wrong,
And read more
Once I guessed right,
And I got credit by't;
Thrice I guessed wrong,
And I kept my credit on.
