Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought.
There is only one romance the Soul's.
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged / In rambling talk with an image of air: / Vague memories, nothing but memories.
Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority.