The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.

The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.

Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.

There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.