Nowhere is the English genius of domesticity more notably evident than in the festival of afternoon tea. The [...] chink of cups and the saucers tunes the mind to happy repose.

Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.

It is the mind which creates the world about us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.

The first time I read an excellent work, it is to me just as if I gained a new friend; and when I read over a book I have perused before, it resembles the meeting of an old one.

That is one of the bitter curses of poverty; it leaves no right to be generous.

I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.