An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind?

If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'