Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.