The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

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

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.

Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.

How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war's alarms, But O that I were young again And held her in my arms!