Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.

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.