Whoever can endure unmixed delight, whoever can tolerate music and painting and poetry all in one, whoever wishes to be rid of thought and to let the busy anvils of the brain be silent for a time, let him read in the "Faery Queen."

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

The path of nature is, indeed, a narrow one, and it is only the immortals that seek it, and, when they find it, do not find themselves cramped therein.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

There is something magnificent in having a country to love.

Darkness is strong, and so is Sin, But surely God endures forever!