I can't believe what you say$$$ because I see what you do.

If you don't feel it$$$ you'll never get it.

For Ann$$$ aged two in 1903$$$ a year was half a lifetime. She did not expect the second winter$$$ and then$$$ when it came$$$ vaguely assumed it was eternal$$$ until spring came$$$ and summer came$$$ and she understood that they had come again and began to learn to expect.

The more we value things outside our control$$$ the less control we have.

I do love you$$$ my Florence. Will you always be so sensible? No. I quite expect to become very silly as I grow older. Everyone seems to.

Doing what you wanted to do was the only training$$$ and the only preliminary$$$ needed for doing more of what you wanted to do.

Literary critics make natural detectives.

I am a creature of my pen. My pen is the best of me.

Concord is a classic land. The names of Emerson and Thoreau and Channing and Hawthorne are associated with the fields and forests and lakes and rivers of this township.

Every man carries two bags about him$$$ one in front and one behind$$$ and both are full of faults. The bag in front contains his neighbors' faults$$$ the one behind his own. Hence it is that men do not see their own faults$$$ but never fail to see those of others.