Well had the boding tremblers learnd to trace — Oliver Goldsmith

"One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title page, another works away at the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index."

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."

"Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; Its like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt."

"Man seems the only growth that dwindles here."

"Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po."

"A nightcap decked his brows instead of bay, A cap by night — a stocking all the day!"

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."