A man who marries without knowing Bunbury has a very tedious time of it.
The only possible form of exercise is to talk, not to walk.
She lives the poetry she cannot write.
Friendship never forgets. That is the wonderful thing about it.
A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating.
He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigraph on his tombstone.