Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind?
But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.