It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.

Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

Teach love, for that is what you are.

Our instructed vagrancy, which has hardly time to linger by the hedgerows, but runs away early to the tropics, and is at home with palms and banyans - which is nourished on books of travel, and stretches the theatre of its imagination to the Zambesi.

Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.

Them as ha' never had a cushion don't miss it.

But indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable; and we all know the difficulty of carrying out a resolve when we secretly long that it may turn out to be unnecessary. In such states of mind the most incredulous person has a private leaning towards miracle: impossible to conceive how our wish could be fulfilled, still - very wonderful things have happened!