This is still the strangest thing in all man’s travelling, that he should carry about with him incongruous memories.
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument is, on the other hand, a great emboldener;.
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do!
A hanging in a good quarrel is an easy death they say, though I could never hear of any that came back to say so.
I am told there are people who do not care for maps, and I find it hard to believe.
Take care of each other.
Nobody speaks of a beautifful view for 5 minutes.
The child that is not clean and neat, With lots of toys and things to eat, He is a naughty child, I’m sure – Or else his dear Papa is poor.
The outer world, from which we cower into our houses, seemed after all a gentle habitable place; and night after night a man’s bed, it seemed, was laid and waiting for him in the fields, where God keeps an open house.
Must we to bed indeed? Well then, Let us arise and go like men, And face with an undaunted tread The long black passage up to bed.
Of what shall we be proud of if we are not proud of our friends?
Am I no a bonny fighter?
Life is not a matter of holding good cards.
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; It’s time to take the window to see Leerie going by; For every night at tea-time and before you take your seat, With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.
Don’t ever confuse motion with progress.
To know what you like is the beginning of wisdom and of old age. Youth is wholly experimental. The essence and charm of that unquiet and delightful epoch is ignorance of self as well as ignorance of life.
It takes hard writing to make easy reading.
If they only married when they fell in love, most people would die unwed.
I smoke a pipe abroad, because To all cigars I much prefer it, And as I scorn you social laws, My choice has nothing to deter it.