Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

...those little people, my brownies, who do one half of my work for me while I am fast asleep, and in all human likelihood do the rest for me as well, when I am wide awake and fondly suppose I do for myself.

When your toil has been a pleasure, you have not earned money merely, but money, health, delight, and moral profit, all in one.

If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I.

You mightn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now? No? Well, many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese-toasted, mostly-and woke up again, and here I were.