Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Bid imagination run / Much on the Great Questioner; / What He can question, what if questioned I / Can with a fitting confidence reply.

Education is not filling

I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember