With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.

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

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

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.

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

Very few can be trusted with an education.

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!