English People ... Never Speak, Excepting In

The Heart's Hushed Secret In The Soft Dark Eye.

Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.

... True Love Is Like Religion, It Hath Its Silence And Its Sanctity.

Every Other Species Of Talent Carries With It Its Eternity; We Enjoy The Work Of The Poet, The Painter, The Sculptor, Only As Thousands Will Do After Us; But The Actor - His Memory Is With His Generation, And That Passes Away.

Of All The Follies That We Can Commit, The Greatest Is To Hesitate.