An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick

What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident?

Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.

I always think a great speaker convinces us not by force of reasoning, but because he is visibly enjoying the beliefs he wants us to accept.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.