The People Who Dream Are Very Often

Love Is Like Fire, A Dangerous Thing To Play With, Although The Best Of Friends And The Most Loyal Of Servants When Rightly Handled.

Spring Is Beautiful, And Summer Is Perfect For Vacations, But Autumn Brings A Longing To Get Away From The Unreal Things Of Life, Out Into The Forest At Night With A Campfire And The Rustling Leaves.

Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The Buds Forgot To Bloom.

Books Have Been To Me What Gold Is To The Miser, What New Fields Are To The Explorer.

I Would Not, If I Could, Give Up The Memory Of The Joy I Have Had In Books For Any Advantage That Could Be Offered In Other Pursuits Or Occupations. Books Have Been To Me What Gold Is To The Miser, What New Fields Are To The Explorer.