She Unbent Her Mind Afterwards - Over

Shakespeare Is One Of The Last Books One Should Like To Give Up, Perhaps The One Just Before The Dying Service In A Large Prayer Book.

I Am, In Plainer Words, A Bundle Of Prejudices - Made Up Of Likings And Dislikings.

It Is Good To Love The Unknown.

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.

Oft In The Stilly Night, Ere Slumber's Chain Has Bound Me, Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me; The Smiles, The Tears, Of Boyhood's Years, The Words Of Love Then Spoken; The Eyes That Shone Now Dimmed And Gone, The Cheerful Hearts Now Broken.