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.

The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.

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

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.

To the Bible men will return; and why? Because they cannot do without it.

Whoever sets himself to see things as they are will find himself one of a very small circle but it is only by this small circle resolutely doing its own work that adequate ideas will ever get current at all.

Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.