For compassion a human heart suffices, but for full and adequate sympathy, with joy, an angel's only.

...in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.

Real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills. We feel a thousand miseries till we are lucky enough to feel misery.

And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

Until you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.

About, about, in reel and rout the death fires danced at night.

Everyone should have two or three hives of bees. Bees are easier to keep than a dog or a cat. They are more interesting than gerbils.