W. H. Davies

Being in this fine mood, I spoke to a little boy, whom I saw playing alone in the road, asking him what he was going to be when he grew up. Of course I expected to hear him say a sailor, a soldier, a hunter, or something else that seems heroic to childhood, and I was very much surprised when he answered innocently, 'A man.'

The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.

Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.