If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.

Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.

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

Fine phrases I value more than bank-notes. I have ear for no other harmony than the harmony of words. To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.