Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!