He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.

For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.