All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

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

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

Words alone are certain good.

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.

My temptation is quiet. Here at life's end Neither loose imagination Nor the mill of the mind Consuming its rag and bone, Can make the truth known.