I am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, . . . that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.

Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.

The very best of vineyards is the cellar

In solitude, when we are least alone.

Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.