How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

Education is not filling

We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with metry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?