To happy folkAll heaviest words no more of meaning bearThan far-off bells saddening the Summer air.

I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name.

No pattern should be without some sort of meaning.

Love is Enough Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter: The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.

Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement.

Speak but one word to me.