You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.

Do right and you will be conspicuous.

Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.

But we love the Old Travelers. We love to hear them prate and drivel and lie.

To succeed in the other trades, capacity must be shown; in the law, concealment of it will do.

Plain question and plain answer make the shortest road out of most perplexities.

I should be sorry to think it was the publishers themselves they got up this entire little flutter to enable them to unload a book that was taking too much room in their cellars, but you can never tell what a publisher will do. I have been one myself.