Parks are but pavement disguised with a growth of grass.

The truths of life are not discovered by us. At moments unforeseen, some gracious influence descends upon the soul, touching it to an emotion which, we know not how, the mind transmutes into thought.

For one thing, I know every book of mine by its scent.

I have the happiness of a passing moment, and what more can mortal ask?

To like Keats is a test of fitness for understanding poetry, just as to like Shakespeare is a test of general mental capacity.

For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.

Literature nowadays is a trade... the successful man of letters is your skilful tradesman. He thinks first and foremost of the markets.