I always made an awkward bow.

O aching time! O moments big as years!

Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

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