A man is known by the company his mind keeps.

What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.

With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.

But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

Dialect tempered with slang is an admirable medium of communication between persons who have nothing to say and persons who would not care for anything properly said.