I slept and dreamt that life was beauty I woke and found that life was duty.

The best prophet of the future is the past.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar I love not Man the less, but Nature more.