Children are God's Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace.

For only by unlearning Wisdom comes.

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!

It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.

All birds during the pairing season become more or less sentimental, and murmur soft nothings in a tone very unlike the grinding-organ repetition and loudness of their habitual song. The crow is very comical as a lover; and to hear him trying to soften his croak to the proper Saint-Preux standard has something the effect of a Mississippi boatman quoting Tennyson.

Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.