Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.

Live life to the fullest.

This profusion of eccentricities, this dream in masonry and living rock is not a drop scene in a theatre, but a city in the world of reality.

Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.

The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance.

Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said - On wings they are carried - After the singer is dead And the maker buried.

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.