The beautiful attracts the beautiful.

When moral courage feels that it is in the right, there is no personal daring of which it is incapable.

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!

The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave.

We really cannot see what equanimity there is in jerking a lacerated carp out of the water by the jaws, merely because it has no the power of making a noise; for we presume that the most philosophic of anglers would hardly delight in catching a shrieking fish.

The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and the sweet season of hay; and people will cross the fields, reading or walking with one another; and instead of the rain that soaks death into the heart of green things, will be the rain which they drink with delight; and there will be sleep on the grass at midday, and early rising in the morning, and long moonlight evenings.

The rapturuous, wild, and ineffable pleasure of drinking at somebody else's expense