Fresh air is as good for the mind as for the body. Nature always seems trying to talk to us as if she had some great secret to tell. And so she has.
Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.
It always seems to be raining harder than it really is when you look at the weather through the window.
We profit little by books we do not enjoy.
How little our libraries cost us as compared with our liquor cellars.
We must be careful what we read, and not, like the sailors of Ulysses, take bags of wind for sacks of treasure.