“They would have the use of my moist and intricate cranial recesses,the joyous bicycle rides of my uninhibited psyche, but they were goingto put me in a new tax bracket.”

“I thought of that while riding my bicycle.”

“Whenever a new scholar came to out school, I used to confront him at recess with the following words: 'My name's Tom Bailey: what's your name?' If the name struck me favorably, I shook hands with the new pupil cordially; but if it didn't I would turn on my heel, for I was particular in this point. Such names as Higgins, Wiggins, and Spriggins were deadly afronts to my ear; while Lapgdon, Wallace, Blake, and the like, were passing words to my confidence and esteem.”

“The question the doubter does not ask is whether faith was really useless or simply not used. What would you think of a boy who gave up learning to ride a bicycle, complaining that he hurt himself because his bicycle stopped moving so he had no choice but to fall off? If he wanted to sit comfortably while remaining stationary, he should not have chosen a bicycle but a chair. Similarly faith must be put to use, or it will become useless.”

“But I've bought a big bat.I'm all ready, you see.Now my troubles are goingTo have troubles with me!”

“I took the wheels of my bike off in support of your bicycle race to support bike riding.”