When It Is Darkest, We Can See

When A Dog Is Chasing After You, Whistle For Him.

So In Writing, There Is Always A Right Word, And Every Other Than That Is Wrong. There Is No Beauty In Words Except In Their Collocation. The Effect Of A Fanciful Word Misplaced, Is Like That Of A Horn Of Exquisite Polish Growing On A Human Head.

The Pleasure Of Life Is According To The Man That Lives It, And Not According To The Work Or Place.

I Wish The Days To Be As Centuries, Loaded, Fragrant. Now We Reckon Them As Bank-days, By Some Debt Which Is To Be Paid Us, Or Which We Are To Pay, Or Some Pleasure We Are To Taste.

There Is A Remedy For Every Wrong And A Satisfaction For Every Soul.