What occasions the greater part of the world's quarrels? Simply this: Two minds meet and do not understand each other in time enough to prevent any shock of surprise at the conduct of either party.

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.