Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!

... because I have fallen in love with so many pretty girls and never once the least bit with any man.

…that's what old people are here for, — else their experience is of little use.

He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.

...and best of all, the wilderness of books, in which she could wander, where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.

Do the things you know, and you shall learn the truth you need to know.

It takes two flints to make a fire.