One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.

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.

The cattle are grazing,Their heads never raising;There are forty feeding like one!

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.