While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

...How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... "When You Are Old And Gray

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.