I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned.

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

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

When such as I cast out remorse; So great a sweetness flows into the breast; We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blessed.

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.