Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion--the passion for sweetness and light. It has one even yet greater, the passion for making them all prevail. It is not satisfied till we all come to a perfect man; it knows that the sweetness and light of the few must be imperfect until the raw and unkindly masses of humanity are touched with sweetness and light.

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.

Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.

Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.

All knowledge is interesting to a wise man, and the knowledge of nature is interesting to all men.