In My Garden I Spend My Days;

Stirling, Like A Huge Brooch, Clasps Highlands And Lowlands Together.

Death Is The Ugly Fact Which Nature Has To Hide, And She Hides It Well.

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

Not On The Stage Alone, In The World Also, A Man's Real Character Comes Out Best In His Asides.

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.