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

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

I am not in the least given to any violent interest in womankind, however, such as has addled the country's brains of late. Give me a manandwoman world: 'tis good enough!

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

Very few can be trusted with an education.

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

[Death:] The one inexorable thing!