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.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

The nice sense of measure is certainly not one of Nature's gifts to her English children ... we have all of us yielded to infatuation at some moment of our lives.

Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born.

Religion--that voice of the deepest human experience.

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.

But often, in the world’s most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us—to know Whence our lives come and where they go.