Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

What we most want to ask of our Maker is an unfolding of the divine purpose in putting human beings into conditions in which such numbers of them would be sure to go wrong.

America is the only place where man is full-grown!

Every library should try to be complete on something, if it were only the history of pinheads.