This is my world! within these narrow walls

Low gurgling laughter, as sweet As the swallow's song i' the South, And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet By the curves of a perfect mouth

I think, ofttimes, that lives of men may be Likened to wandering winds that come and go, Not knowing whence they rise, whither they blow O’er the vast globe, voiceful of grief or glee.

Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour, And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined. Loves to commune with thoughts of tender power; Thoughts that ascend, like angels beautiful, A shining Jacob's ladder of the mind.

In this country … men seem to live for action as long as they can and sink into apathy when they retire.

The spider-men came first, and presented her Majesty with a table full of mathematical points, lines and figures of all sorts of squares, circles, triangles, and the like; which the Empress, notwithstanding that she had a very ready wit, …

I am the greatest landowner in the world.