We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration.

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.

... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.