I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Walter Savage LandorThe present, like a note in music, is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to come.
Walter Savage LandorA little praise is good for a shy temper; it teaches it to rely on the kindness of others.
Walter Savage Landor