We encourage one another in mediocrity.
I am in love with this green Earth.
Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.
Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?
Presents, I often say, endear absents.
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.