What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.
The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.
All writing is a form of prayer.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.