Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.
There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
Every hero becomes a bore at last.
Tis the old secret of the gods that they come in low disguises.
Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.