Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.
A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment!
Dress it as we may, feather it, daub it with gold, huzza it, and sing swaggering songs about it, what is war, nine times out of ten, but murder in uniform?
A blessed companion is a book, - a book that, fitly chosen, is a lifelong friend,... a book that, at a touch, pours its heart into our own.
Nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom. It is as true as sunbeams.
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