O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

Without contraries there is no progression.

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?

Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.