The boy cried “Wolf, wolf!” and the villagers came out to help him.
When told by James Naismith, the sport’s inventor, that basketball couldn’t be coached: Well, you can certainly teach free-throwing. And you can teach the boys to pass at angles and run in curves.
An actor’s popularity is fleeting. His success has the life expectancy of a small boy who is about to look into a gas tank with a lighted match.
When I was in school, I cheated on my metaphysics exam: I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
You’re aware the boy failed my grade school math class, I take it? And not that many years later he’s teaching college. Now I ask you: Is that the sorriest indictment of the American educational system you ever heard? [pauses to light cigarette.] No aptitude at all for long division, but never mind. It’s him they ask to split the atom. How he talked his way into the Nobel prize is beyond me. But then, I suppose it’s like the man says, It’s not what you know . . .
Boys should abstain from all use of wine until their eighteenth year, for it is wrong to add fire to fire.
My object will be, if possible, to form Christian men, for Christian boys I can scarcely hope to make.
Mr William Shakespeare was born at Stratford upon Avon in the county of Warwick. His father was a butcher, and I have been told heretofore by some of the neighbours, that when he was a boy he exercised his father’s trade, but when he killed a calf he would do it in a high style and make a speech. Ben Jonson and he did gather humours of men daily wherever they came.