Lords are lordliest in their wine. >>
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a certain potency >>
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse >>
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin >>
Seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgettin >>
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those >>
The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.