Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thicksighted.

Nothing ever becomes real until it is experienced - even a proverb is no proverb to you until your life has illustrated it.

Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness.

The automobile changed our dress, manners, social customs, vacation habits, the shape of our cities, consumer purchasing patterns, common tastes and positions in intercourse.

There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.