The vices of some men are magnificent.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I cannot sit and think; books think for me.

We were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger.

If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.

Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.

A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.