Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.

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

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.

I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.

That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!

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

A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .