The spirit of delight comes in small ways.

This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.

-I am not sure whether he's sane. -If there's any doubt about the matter, he is.

I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.

The outer world, from which we cower into our houses, seemed after all a gentle habitable place; and night after night a man's bed, it seemed, was laid and waiting for him in the fields, where God keeps an open house.

Wine is bottled poetry.

Nobody speaks of a beautifful view for 5 minutes