My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.

If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of a hundred picnics.

It is a characteristic of pleasure that we can never recognize it to be pleasure till after it is gone.

Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.

A poem round and perfect as a star.