Life is never what one dreams. It is seldom what one desires, but for the vital spirit and the eager mind, the future will always hold the search for buried treasure and the possibility of high adventure.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie.

The government's like a mule, it's slow and it's sure; it's slow to turn, and it's sure to turn the way you don't want it.

And where was happiness if it sprung not from the soil? Where contentment if it dwelt not near to Nature?

The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.

... to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.