Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye Forever doth accompany ...

Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye Forever doth accompany mankind, Hath look'd on no religion scornfully That men did ever find.

Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known ...

Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.

Miracles do not happen.

Not deep the poet sees, but wide.

Saw life steadily and saw it whole.

Greatness is a spiritual condition.

Journalism is literature in a hurry.

Genius is mainly an affair of energy.

The kings of modern thought are dumb.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

All the live murmur of a summer's day.

Art still has truth. Take refuge there.

Ah, love, let us be true To one another!

ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.

History - a vast Mississippi of falsehoods

Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.

The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I.

The same heart beats in every human breast.

Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.

Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well.

Six years-six little years-six drops of time.

Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun.

Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.

Men of culture are the true apostles of equality

Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men.

France, famed in all great arts, in none supreme.

Because thou must not dream, thou need not despair.

Religion--that voice of the deepest human experience.

And we forget because we must and not because we will.

Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!

Life is not having and getting, but being and becoming

The eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.

Culture is both an intellectual phenomenon and a moral one

Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said!

Coleridge: poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium.

Religion is ethics heightened, enkindled, lit up by feeling

The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.

Life is the application of noble and profound ideas to life.

What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise?

Conduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.

They... who await. No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.

Once read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.

The strongest part of a religion today is its unconscious poetry

Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak?

Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.

For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion.

One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common--discontent.

Let the long contention cease! / Geese are swans, and swans are geese.

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.

I keep saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, you are as obscure as life is.

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