Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it. The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, and if it take the second must refuse a heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

I think it better that at times like theseWe poets keep our mouths shut, for in truthWe have no gift to set a statesman right;He's had enough of meddling who can pleaseA young girl in the indolence of her youthOr an old man upon a winter's night.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die