The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats?

I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.

Most men are satisfied if they read or hear read, and perchance have been convicted by the wisdom of one good book, the Bible, and for the rest of their lives vegetate and dissipate their faculties in what is called easy reading.

True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.