Poetry is the breath of beauty.

The perfection of conversational intercourse is when the breeding of high life is animated by the fervor of genius.

The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.

Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.

I entrench myself in my books equally against sorrow and the weather.

Many birds and beasts are...as fit to go to Heaven as many human beings - people who talk of their seats there with as much confidence as if they had booked them at a box office.

Large eyes were admired in Greece, where they still prevail. They are the finest of all when they have the internal look, which is not common. The stag or antelope eye of the Orientals is beautiful and lamping, but is accused of looking skittish and indifferent. "The epithet of 'stag-eyed,'" says Lady Wortley Montgu, speaking of a Turkish love-song, "pleases me extremely; and I think it a very lively image of the fire and indifference in his mistress' eye.