Conduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.
Such a price The Gods exact for song; To become what we sing.
The Celts certainly have it in a wonderful measure.
It is last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves, To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man.
Nations are not truly great solely because the individuals composing them are numerous, free, and active; but they are great when these numbers, this freedom, and this activity are employed in the service of an ideal higher than that of an ordinary man, taken by himself.
With women the heart argues, not the mind.
Peace, peace is what I seek and public calm, Endless extinction of unhappy hates.
But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-chokd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
For rigorous teachers seized my youth, And purged its faith, and trimmd its fire, Showd me the high white star of Truth, There bade me gaze, and there aspire.
Sanity that is the great virtue of the ancient literature; the want of that is the great defect of the modern, in spite of its variety and power.
I am past thirty, and three parts iced over.
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.
How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves! Again thou hearest? Eternal passion! Eternal pain!
Her cabind, ample Spirit, It flutterd and faild for breath. To-night it doth inherit The vasty Hall of Death.