“The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.”

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

Remorse begets reform.

Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.

Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.

I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

So the idea of being able to shop cross-category to buy the beach bag, the summer lip gloss, and the pillows for your pool house makes it into very focused, easy life.

Another day in paradise’ was his inevitable pronouncement when he settled his head on his pillow. Now I understand what that meant: the uneventful day was a precious gift.

Men are like pillow-cases. The colour of one may be red, that of another blue, and that of the third black; but all contain the same cotton within.

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.

Pay attention to how he speaks of the person that used to be a part of him, for if he cuts ties with you, he would have the same pillow talks with another about you.

They all land softly… The breeze through the willow The rain in the forest The tears on my pillow.

I love smelling her scent on my pillows.

Love decorating all the beds at home with a bunch of cozy pillows