You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.

People are responsible for their opinions, but Providence is responsible for their morals.

Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

A poet is a good citizen turned inside out.

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