Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind?
Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.
Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.