No one hath seen beauty in its highest lustre who hath never seen it in distress.

They never opened the door which leads to the soul.

We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples were bitten a long time ago, and we ate them too.

(Nathaniel) Hawthorne's books were potboilers in their time and became part of the literary establishment. No one knows if the Harry Potter books will be part of the literary curriculum 100 years from now, but it's quite possible.

[Nathaniel Hawthorne's books were] potboilers in their time and became part of the literary establishment, ... No one knows if the Harry Potter books will be part of the literary curriculum 100 years from now, but it's quite possible.

The world have payed too great a compliment to critics, and have imagined them men of much greater profundity than they really are.