Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have nonsense respected.
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
In some respects the better a book is, the less it demands from the binding.
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 sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.
We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.