"I've caught a cold," the Thing replies

I charm in vain; for never again, All keenly as my glance I bend, Will Memory, goddess coy, Embody for my joy Departed days, nor let me gaze On thee, my fairy friend!

But surely you trust God! Do you think He would let you come to harm? To be afraid is to distrust.

The White Knight must not have whiskers; he must not be made to look old.

To Her, whose children's smiles fed the narrator's fancy and were his rich reward: from the Author.

If you want to inspire confidence, give plenty of statistics – it does not matter that they should be accurate, or even intelligible, so long as there is enough of them.

As you have invited me, I cannot come, for I have made a rule to decline all invitations; but I will come the next day.