Education is not about filling a pail, it's about lighting a fire.

All art is in the last analysis an endeavor to condense as out of the flying vapor of the world an image of human perfection, and for its own and not for the art's sake.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.

Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline.

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the world. Away in the valley yonder among the corn and the poppies men may well forget all things except the warmth of the sun upon the face, and the kind shadow under the hedge; but he who journeys through storm and darkness must needs think and think.