Coleridge declares that a man cannot have a good conscience who refuses apple dumplings, and I confess that I am of the same opinion.

I could never hate anyone I knew.

Why are we never quite at ease in the presence of a schoolmaster? Because we are conscious that he is not quite at his ease in ours. He is awkward, and out of place in the society of his equals. He comes like Gulliver from among his little people, and he cannot fit the stature of his understanding to yours.

Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?

Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.