My greatness does not extend to this shelf.
Sacrificing the earth for paradise is giving up the substance for the shadow.
To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
What a gloomy thing, not to know the address of one's soul.
There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.
Ideas can no more flow backward than can a river.