Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “ It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent oft he hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?

Literature always anticipates life. It doesn't copy it but moulds it to it's purpose.

I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life.

The ability of the theist to misunderstand a thing is directly proportional to the obviousness of the thing.

Conformity is the last refuge of the unimaginitive

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.

At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets.