A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.

Friends are nations in themselves.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!