The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

The Rum Turn Tugger is a terrible bore: When you let him in, then he wants to be out; He's always on the wrong side of every door, And as soon as he's at home, then he'd like to get about.

Our emotions Are only “incidents” In the effort to keep day and night together.

It is in fact a part of the function of education to help us escape, not from our own time - for we are bound by that - but from the intellectual and emotional limitations of our time.

A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.