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

the shell must break before the bird can fly.

Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.

That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.

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

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.