But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling.

Saddle your dreams before you ride em.

For the more a soul conforms to the sanity of others, the more does it become insane.

We are tomorrow's past.

There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between flowers of equal loveliness. ... The true anthologist has the greatest difficulty in finishing his book. There is always just one more, a new, delicious discovery.

But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling.

She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth.