He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought/ With human hands the creed of creeds/ In loveliness of perfect deeds,/ More strong than all poetic thought.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?