No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.

All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is always better the simpler it is, and the rich, far-wandering, many-imaged life of the half-seen world beyond it

When I think of all the books I have read, and of the wise words I have heard spoken, and of the anxiety I have given to parents and grandparents, and of the hopes that I have had, all life weighed in the scales of my own life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?

Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.