But he sleeps on the top of his mast with his eyes closed tight. The gull inquired into his dream, which was, "I must not fall. The spangled sea below wants me to fall. It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all.

Something needn't be large to be good.

Open the book. (The gilt rubs off the edges of the pages and pollinates the fingertips.)

The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.

Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

I am sorry for people who can't write letters. But I suspect also that you and I ... love to write them because it's kind of like working without really doing it.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.