The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.
Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.
The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed Gray Truth is now her painted toy.
Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
What do we know but that we face one another in this place?
It is most important that we should keep in this country a certain leisured class. I am of the opinion of the ancient Jewish book which says there is no wisdom without leisure.