How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Bells are musics laughter.