When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.

Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.

Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.

So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

You are always new to me.