A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it adds up to real money.
A poem is no place for an idea.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Good habits, which bring our lower passions and appetites under automatic control, leave our natures free to explore the larger experiences of life.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
It is wonderful how quickly you get used to things, even the most astonishing.
Fresh clean sheets are one of life's small joys.