Life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams into a common light of common hours, until old age bring the red flare again.
Land of Heart’s Desire, where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, but joy is wisdom.
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
It is most important that we should keep in this country a certain leisured class.
It has not joy, as we understand that word, but ecstasy, which is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen, perhaps, by all those that still live.
Government, especially its designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage, may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors of national taste.
God spreads the heavens above us like great wings, and gives a little round of deeds and days.
Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
All empty souls tend to extreme opinion. It is only in those who have built up a rich world of memories and habits of thought that extreme opinions affront the sense of probability.
A poet is a good citizen turned inside out.
