Reading Chaucer is like brushing through the dewy grass at sunrise.
No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.
It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.
Folks never understand the folks they hate.
The very gnarliest and hardest of hearts has some musical strings in it; but they are tuned differently in every one of us.
When I was a beggarly boy, And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, But I had Aladdin's lamp.