After we oxygenated the river, the fish returned.

The Earth, the which may have carried us about perpetually ... without our being ever able to experiment its rest.

Now I don’t wish ill will on any golfer — well, maybe that one sandbagger in my weekly league — but there’s something about watching players with perfect swings and the utmost talent intimidated by an expanse of water just like the rest of us.

Epilepsies, or fallings and reelings, and beastly vomitings. The least of these, even when the tongue begins to be untied, is a degree of drunkenness.