Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.

A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.

My notion's to think of the human beings first and let the abstract ideas take care of themselves.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

Use words that soak up life.

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.

For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.