Books Follow Morals, And Not Morals Books.

[a Cat] Will Lie The Whole Evening On Your Knee, Purring And Happy In Your Society.

Those Horses Must Have Been Spanish Jennets, Born Of Mares Mated With A Zephyr; For They Went As Swiftly As The Wind, And The Moon, Which Had Risen At Our Departure To Give Us Light, Rolled Through The Sky Like A Wheel Detached From Its Carriage.

The Pleasure In Traveling Consists Of The Obstacles, The Fatigue, And Even The Danger. What Charm Can Anyone Find In An Excursion When He Is Always Sure Of Reaching His Destination, Of Having Horses Ready Waiting For Him, A Soft Bed, An Excellent Supper, And All The Eases And Comfort He Can Enjoy In His Own Home! One Of The Great Misfortunes Of Modern Life Is The Want Of Any Sudden Surprise, And The Absence Of All Adventure. Everything Is So Well Arranged.

Literature Has Nothing To Do With Usefulness; The Most Useful Place In Any House Is The Toilet.

Sooner Barbarity Than Boredom.