The vain poet is of the opinion that nothing of his can be too much: he sends to you basketful after basketful of juiceless fruit, covered with scentless flowers.
Walter Savage LandorWe cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.
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 Landor