Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!