Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.
Heaven trims our lamps while we sleep.
One must be a wise reader to quote wisely and well.
My favorite books have a personality and complexion as distinctly drawn as if the author's portrait were framed into the paragraphs and smiled upon me as I read his illustrated pages.
Labor humanizes, exalts.
Our ideals are our better selves.