“To fill the hour,—that is happiness; to fill the hour, and leave no crevice for a repentance or an approval.”

“To feel that your hours are filled to overflowing, that you can barely steal minutes enough for sleep, that the welfare of many is entrusted to you, that the world looks on and approves, that some good is always being done to others -- above all things some good to your country; -- that is happiness.”

“(She) could have read for hours, except that recently she had discovered holes and crevices between the words which she immediately had to fill with her own ideas until she was fed up with patching up the makeshift constructs.”

“Life is three hours journey; childhood, adulthood & old-hood; filled with inspiration, perspiration and desperation.”

“I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass—which is better than trying to fill them.”

“One is never alone with a book nearby, don't you agree? Every page reminds us of a day that has passed and makes us relive the emotions that filled it. Happy hours underlined in red pencil, dark ones in black...”