All endeavour calls for the ability to tramp the last mile, shape the last plan, endure the last hours toil.
It is a ridiculous demand which England and America make, that you shall speak so that they can understand you. Neither men nor toadstools grow so.
Poetry cannot breathe in the scholar's atmosphere.
The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
The gifts of Heaven are never quite gratuitous.
Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment