We had the experience, but we missed the meaning.

We can at least try to understand our own motives, passions, and prejudices, so as to be conscious of what we are doing when we apeal to those of others. This is very difficult, because our own prejudice and emotional bias always seems to us so rational.

Humility is the most difficult of all virtues to achieve; nothing dies harder than the desire to think well of self.

Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.

Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.

It seems just possible that a poem might happen to a very young man: but a poem is not poetry -That is a life.

and now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.