A knowledge that another has felt as we have felt, and seen things not much otherwise than we have seen them, will continue to the end to be one of life's choicest blessings.

No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect that we hear too much of it in literature.

Once you are married, there is nothing left for you, not even suicide.

When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory.

All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.

The friendly cow, all red and white, I love with all my heart; She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart.

I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.