The people of the State of Texas consist principally of men, women, and children, with a sprinkling of cowboys. The weather is very good, thermometer rarely rising above 2,500 degrees in the shade and hardly ever below 212.
We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
By rights you're a king. If I was you, I'd call for a new deal.
The Venturer is one who keeps his eye on the hedgerows and wayside groves and meadows while he travels the road to Fortune.
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
