December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.

My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

Hunger is the handmaid of genius

I would like to live in Manchester, England. The transition between Manchester and death would be unnoticeable.

Human pride is not worthwhile; there is always something lying in wait to take the wind out of it.

I said nothing of the sort.

Choosing not to read is like closing an open door to paradise