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

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

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.

I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

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