We're twins, and so we love each other more than other people.

They were enjoying the happy hour that seldom comes but once in any life, the magical moment which bestows youth on the old, beauty on the plain, wealth on the poor, and gives human hearts a foretaste of heaven.

…what splendid dreams young people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when the bright bubbles burst.

A holiday isn't a holiday, without plenty of freedom and fun.

All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into bread and butter.

...freedom being the sauce best beloved by the boyish soul.

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.