It is a rich storehouse for those who love quotations. It is as full of fine bon mots as a Christmas pudding is full of plums.

Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride.

I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem.

They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty. - Fitz

It is a rich storehouse for those who love quotations. It is as full of fine bon mots as a Christmas pudding is full of plums.

I sorrow that all fair things must decay.

None knew thee but to love thee.