There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.

The sense of wellbeing! Its often with us When we are young, but then it's not noticed; And by the time one has grown to consciousness It comes less often.

A tradition without intelligence is not worth having.

not fare well, but fare forward