The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

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

On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.

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

How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?