Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.

People of a lively imagination are generally curious, and always so when a little in love.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

The bravest are the tenderest.

In the long run men hit only what they aim at.

And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!