Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds.

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

but one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps.

It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.

The living can assist the imagination of the dead.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. . . .

I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough'; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.