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

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

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

Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.

When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.