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

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.

Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.

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.

Religion is ethics heightened, enkindled, lit up by feeling

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.