With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

History is always written wrong, and so always needs to be rewritten.

Real unselfishness consists in sharing the interests of others.

For an idea ever to be fashionable is ominous, since it must afterwards be always old fashioned

Popular poets are the parish priests of the Muse, retailing her ancient divinations to a long since converted public.

Order, for a liberal, means only peace; and the hope of a profound peace was one of the chief motives in the liberal movement. Concessions and tolerance and equality would thus have really led to peace, and to peace of the most radical kind, the peace of moral extinction.

A child educated only at school is an uneducated child.