Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

If you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction in seeing your guest hold up his wineglass to the light and look judicial.

Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.

In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools' pleasure

How should all the apparatus of heaven and earth make poetry for a mind that had no movements of awe and tenderness, no sense of fellowship which thrills from the near to the distant, and back again from the distant to the near?

Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries.

When you get me a good man made out of arguments, I will get you a good dinner with reading you the cookery book.