I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

To avoid an occasion for our virtues is a worse degree of failure than to push forward pluckily and make a fall.

A birdie with a yellow bill Hoped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: 'Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-'ead?

Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular-letter to the friends of him who writes it.

Things looked at patiently from one side after another generally end by showing a side that is beautiful.

The truth that is suppressed by friends is the readiest weapon of the enemy.

The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for and the public curiosity is sure to welcome.