The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.

And though thou notest from thy safe recess old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air love them for what they are; nor love them less, because to thee they are not what they were.

A stately pleasure-dome decree.

Novels are to love as fairy tales to dreams.

The sense of beauty is intuitive, and beauty itself is all that inspires pleasure without, and aloof from, and even contrarily to interest.

There are three classes into which all the women past seventy that ever I knew were to be divided: 1. That dear old soul; 2. That old woman; 3. That old witch.