Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.

We must scrunch or be scrunched.

In truth, no men on earth can cheer like Englishmen, who do so rally one another's blood and spirit when they cheer in earnest, that the stir is like the rush of their whole history, with all its standards waving at once, from Saxon Alfred's downwards.

There was no wind; there was no passing shadow on the deep shade of the night; there was no noise. The city lay behind him, lighted here and there, and starry worlds were hidden by the masonry of spire and roof that hardly made out any shapes against the sky. Dark and lonely distance lay around him everywhere, and the clocks were faintly striking two.

Keep up appearances whatever you do.

She had gained a reputation for beauty, and (which is often another thing) was beautiful.

Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.