He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
Evil, be thou my good.
Such joy ambition finds.
Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell >From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific.