When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.
For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes?
Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.
Many ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.