So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

Englishmen are babes in philosophy and so prefer faction-fighting to the labour of its unfamiliar thought.

Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.

Love comes in at the eye.

We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.