Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the world. Away in the valley yonder among the corn and the poppies men may well forget all things except the warmth of the sun upon the face, and the kind shadow under the hedge; but he who journeys through storm and darkness must needs think and think.

So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.

Who mocks at music mocks at love.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?

We have fallen in the dreams the ever-living Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world, And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh.

I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .