Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.

Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.

Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of Baptism; it is to believe in belief; it is to be so little that elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child had its fairy godmother in its soul.

... Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime, And bloody Faith the foulest birth of Time.

The nature of a narrow and malevolent spirit is so essentially incompatible with happiness as to render it inaccessible to the influences of the benignant God.

A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.