... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.