» I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.
» For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.
» Have the courage of your desire.
» Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping loom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honor of May -- how often has it robbed me of heart and hope.
» Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.
» I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.