My own passion, all my life, has been non-collecting.

A guest should be permitted to graze, as it were, in the pastures of his host's kindness, left even to his own devices, like a rational being, and handsomely neglected.

Life is a breathing-space between two eternities, a holiday with appalling realities behind and before.

The fears of what may come to pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover scented grass, Among the new-mown hay.

With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.

Youth, ah, Youth! all men's desire and sorrow.

Quotations (such as have point and lack triteness) from the great old authors are an act of reverence on the part of the quoter, and a blessing to a public grown superficial and external.