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.
For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.
Have the courage of your desire.
Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping loom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honor of May -- how often has it robbed me of heart and hope.
Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.