I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

There can be no fairer ambition than to excel in talk; to be affable, gay, ready, clear, and welcome.

When I say writing, O believe me, it is rewriting that I have chiefly in mind.

Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.

A hanging in a good quarrel is an easy death they say, though I could never hear of any that came back to say so.

You mightn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now? No? Well, many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese-toasted, mostly-and woke up again, and here I were.

Our affections and beliefs are wiser than we; the best that is in us is better than we can understand; for it is grounded beyond experience, and guides us, blindfold but safe, from one age on to another.