The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks,

Love Gives Itself; It Is Not Bought.

A Sermon Is No Sermon In Which I Cannot Hear The Heartbeat.

If Spring Came But Once A Century Instead Of Once A Year, Or Burst Forth With The Sound Of An Earthquake And Not In Silence, What Wonder And Expectation There Would Be In All The Hearts To Behold The Miraculous Change.

How Can I Teach Your Children Gentleness And Mercy To The Weak, And Reverence For Life, Which In Its Nakedness And Excess, Is Still A Gleam Of God's Omnipotence, When By Your Laws, Your Actions And Your Speech, You Contradict The Very Things I Teach?

Every Great Poem Is In Itself Limited By Necessity, But In Its Suggestions Unlimited And Infinite.