Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
The engine died and then the doors swung open.
Choose the life that is most useful, and habit will make it the most agreeable.
You don't get anything clean without getting something else dirty.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.