We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea.

Quick now, here, now, always- A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.

The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence

We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.

A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.