A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.

There can be - there ought to be - no medium course; a love-affair is either sober earnest or contemptible folly, if not wickedness: to gossip about it is, in the first instance, intrusive, unkind, or dangerous; in the second, simply silly.

Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.

genius is original, unique; and in whatever form it may develop itself is the greatest gift that can be given to man, the strongest known link between the material life we have and the spiritual life that we can only guess at. Every great poet, painter, or musician - every inventor or man of science, every fine actor or orator, comes to us as the exponent of something diviner than we know. We cannot understand it, but we feel it, and acknowledge it.

One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.

Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots