An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.

God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.

A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.

Hi! handsome hunting man Fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!

He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.

Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in.