Malice blunts the point of wit.
It takes all sorts of people to make a world.
Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.
Wit, like money, bears an extra value when rung down immediately it is wanted. Men pay severely who require credit.
A pill that the present moment is daily bread to thousands.
A blessed companion is a book! A book that, fitly chosen, is a life-long friend. A book — the unfailing Damon to his loving Pythias. A book that — at a touch — pours its heart into our own.