For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.

Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.