He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.