Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.