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• Great oaks from little acorns grow
• Homer: I've figured out the boy's punishment. First, he's grounded.
  No leaving the house, not even for school....
• I opened the drawer of my little desk and a single letter fell out, a letter from my mother, written in pencil, one of her last, with unfinished words and an implicit sense of her departure.
  It's so curious: one can resist tears and "behave" very well in the hardest hours of grief....
• Homer: So, little Lisa, apple of my eye: how are things down at the old schoolhouse?
  Lisa: I find this demeaning and embarrassing beyond my worst nightmares....
• One evening Mr. Rudolph Block, of New York, found himself seated at dinner alongside Mr.
  Percival Pollard, the distinguished critic. "Mr. Pollard," said he, "my book, "The Biography of a Dead Cow", is published anonymously, but you can hardly be ignorant of its authorship....
• The stars are made of the same atoms as the earth." I usually pick one small topic like this to give a lecture on.
  Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars -- mere gobs of gas atoms....
• Leo Byzantius said, "What would you do, if you saw my wife, who scarce reaches up to my knees?
  ... Yet," went he on, "as little as we are, when we fall out with each other, the city of Byzantium is not big enough to hold us....
• Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakespeare, rise!
  I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room....
• I have more humility in my little finger than you have in your whole ____BODY!
  -- from "Cerebus" #82...