A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.

The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.

If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable

Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to-it leaves nothing

I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?