Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends.
There is small chance of truth at the goal, where there is not childlike humility at the starting-post.
Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Good and bad men are each less so than they seem.
Novels are to love as fairy tales to dreams.
Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.