Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
Fear that makes faith may break faith.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.