He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine, would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.

Slugs crawl and crawl over our cabbages, like the world's slander over a good name. You may kill them, it is true; but there is the slime.

Modesty is a bright dish-cover, which makes us fancy there is something very nice underneath it.

Rogues are prone to find things before they are lost.

He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine, would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.

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.

What women would do if they could not cry, nobody knows. What poor, defenceless creatures they would be!