A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

All empty sould tend toward extreme opinions.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick.

And say my glory was I had such friends.

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood sex and the dead.

In dreams begins responsibility.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.