Money is made at Christmas out of holly and mistletoe, but who save the vendors would greatly care if no green branch were procurable?

The mind which renounces, once and for ever, a futile hope, has its compensation in ever-growing calm.

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.

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

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.

Perhaps it is while drinking tea that I most of all enjoy the sense of leisure.