As you are now so once were we.

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Places remember events.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another s soul.

There is only one thing that makes any one athlete better than another, his heart. We all put our underwear on feet first, so we are all human.

I shall write a book some day about the appropriateness of names. Geoffrey Chaucer has a ribald ring, as is proper and correct, and Alexander Pope was inevitably Alexander Pope. Colley Cibber was a silly little man without much elegance and Shelley was very Percy and very Bysshe.

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.