I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.

The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.

Redeem the time. Redeem the unread vision of a higher dream.

Each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling.

Tennyson and Browning are poets, and they think; but they do not feel their thought as immediately as the odour of a rose. A thought to Donne was an experience; it modified his sensibility.