Time makes ancient good uncouth.
Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
Fastidiousness is only another word for egotism; and all men who know not where to look for truth save in the narrow well of self will find their own image at the bottom, and mistake it for what they are seeking.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.
I don't believe in princerple, But oh I du in interest.
The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.