Out of the sea will rise Behemoth and Leviathan, and sail 'round the high-pooped galleys... Dragons will wander about the waste places, and the phoenix will soar from her nest of fire into the air. We shall lay our hands upon the basilisk, and see the jewel in the toad's head. Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be.

Oh, he occasionally takes an alcoholiday.

To become a spectator of one's own life is to escape the suffering of life.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

We have quite the same ideas. No; I think our ideas are quite different. But he has been most pleasant.

An acquaintance that begins with a compliment is sure to develop into a real friendship.

Learn to differentiate between ignorance and stupidity.