Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!

True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.

The very gnarliest and hardest of hearts has some musical strings in it; but they are tuned differently in every one of us.

Certainly it is no shame to a man that he should be as nice about his country as his sweetheart, yet it would not be wise to hold everyone an enemy who could not see her with our own enchanted eyes.

A great part of human suffering has its root in the nature of man, and not in that of his institutions.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.

The idol is the measure of the worshipper.