If youth is a defect, it is one that we outgrow too soon.
In the end, there is no end.
The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.
Все прекрасные чувства в мире весят меньше, чем одно доброе дело.
Once fishing was a rabbit's foot—
O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot,
Let suns stay in or suns step out:
Life danced a jig on the sperm-whale's spout—
The fisher's fluent and obscene
Catches kept his conscience clean.
Если сравнить интеллект с растением, то книги подобны пчёлам, переносящим оплодотворяющую пыльцу от одного ума к другому.