The truth is, a great mind must be androgynous. |
There are three classes into which all the women past seventy that ever I knew were to be divided: 1. That dear old soul; 2. That old woman; 3. That old witch. |
There is no such thing as a worthless book though there are some far worse than worthless; no book that is not worth preserving, if its existence may be tolerated; as there may be some men whom it may be proper to hang, but none should be suffered to |
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,/ Whether the summer clothe the general earth/ With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing / Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch / Of mossy apple tree. |
This lime-tree bower my prison! |
Those who best know human nature will acknowledge most fully what a strength light hearted nonsense give to a hard working man |
Till clomb above the eastern bar / The hornèd moon, with one bright star / Within the nether tip. |
To most men, experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illumine only the track it has passed |
To read Dryden, Pope, etc., you need only count syllables; but to read Donne you must measure time, and discover the time of each word by the sense of passion. |
To see him act is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning. |
To sentence a man of true genius, to the drudgery of a school is to put a racehorse on a treadmill. |
Veracity does not consist in saying, but in the intention of communicating the truth |
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink |
We were a ghastly crew. |
Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made / The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence. |