Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from age to age, modified by individual genius, but never abandoned.

I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is always better the simpler it is, and the rich, far-wandering, many-imaged life of the half-seen world beyond it

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

There is another world, but it is in this one.