A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

The best way out is always through.

The truly educated can listen to any view without losing their temper or self-confidence.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.

There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.