Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued.

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.

[Death:] The one inexorable thing!

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

The hand betrays the heart.

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.

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