The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.
Silence is sorrow's best food.
To genius life never grows commonplace.
To be young is surely the best, if the most precarious, gift of life.
No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him. There is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil.
Comparative criticism teaches us that moral and aesthetic defects are more nearly related than is commonly supposed.