Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.

I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.

Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her wit: "an unusual combination," in the deliberate syllables of one of the writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her.

The man who has no mind of his own lends it to the priests.

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend . . . He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.

A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.

See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?