One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy.

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate, a fortune which we can never exhaust and which gives us year by year a revenue of pleasurable activity.

Restfulness is a quality for cattle; the virtues are all active, life is alert.

When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind.

The spirit, Sir, is one of mockery.

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.

The spirit of delight comes in small ways.