What I am looking for is a blessing not in disguise.

Angels may be very excellent sort of folk in their way, but we, poor mortals, in our present state, would probably find them precious slow company.

Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.

I had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled out a decrepit wreck.

I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee.

A new life begins for us with every second. Let us go forward joyously to meet it. We must press on, whether we will or not, and we shall walk better with our eyes before us than with them ever cast behind.

Give an average baby a fair chance, and if it doesn't do something it oughtn't to a doctor should be called in at once.