Swift has sailed into his rest; Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveler; he Served human liberty.

Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.

The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

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

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.