In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.

When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.

Even when the poet seems most himself . . . he is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast; he has been reborn as an idea, something intended, complete.

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.

I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again.

All empty souls tend to extreme opinion. It is only in those who have built up a rich world of memories and habits of thought that extreme opinions affront the sense of probability. Propositions, for instance, which set all the truth upon one side can only enter rich minds to dislocate and strain, if they can enter at all, and sooner or later the mind expels them by instinct.