It Is Not Every Man Who Can

It Is Not Every Man Who Can Be Exquisitely Miserable, Any More Than Exquisitely Happy.

After I Went To Bed I Had A Curious Fancy As To Dreams. In Sleep The Doors Of The Mind Are Shut, And Thoughts Come Jumping In At The Windows. They Tumble Headlong, And Therefore Are So Disorderly And Strange. Sometimes They Are Stout And Light On Their Feet, And Then They Are Rational Dreams.

I Have Seen Many A Bear Led By A Man: But I Never Before Saw A Man Led By A Bear.

Friendship, "the Wine Of Life," Should, Like A Well-stocked Cellar, Be Continually Renewed.

But What Can A Man See Of A Library Being One Day In It?