Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.