The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.
The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.
Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.
I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.