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

Character demonstrates itself in trifles.

With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.

Children are born optimists and we slowly educate them out of their heresy

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.