Poetry is talking on tiptoe.

She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

The well of true wit is truth itself.

That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!

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 most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.

Sentimentalists are they who seek to enjoy without incurring the Immense Debtorship for a thing done.