One hates an author that's all author.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.