I was always treated as if I had insisted on being born, in opposition to the dictates of reason, religion, and morality, and against the dissuadinig arguments of my best friends.

The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one's eyes and go to sleep.

For though we are perpetually bragging of it as our safety, it is nothing but a poor fringe on the mantle of the upper.

A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!

The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain.

"Why, what I may think after dinner," returns Mr. Jobling, "is one thing, my dear Guppy, and what I may think before dinner is another thing."

I have always thought of Christmas time... as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.