The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.
The rapturuous, wild, and ineffable pleasure of drinking at somebody else's expense
Stolen kisses are always sweetest.
An author is like a baker; it is for him to make the sweets, and others to buy and enjoy them.
Light is, perhaps, the most wonderful of all visible things.
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; that of the other, like enlarging monsters with a microscope.