How good is life, the mere living!

In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!

A man in armor is his armor's slave.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

Look not down but up!

Silence 'tis awe decrees.