The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?
Every man has his secret sorrows.
Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.