I allow no hot-beds in the gardens of Parnassus.
Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?
Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.
The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.
Rags, which are the reproach of poverty, are the beggar's robes, and graceful insignia of his profession, his tenure, his full dress, the suit in which he is expected to show himself in public.