Clay lies still but blood's a rover Breath's a ware that will not keep Up lad when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes.

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.

A relationship needs constant attention. It’s a living thing, not just a habit. You’ve got to keep on top of it.

He's made me believe I'm worth love of the liquid kind, you know, the kind that seeps to all my damaged parts.

She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard.

When I design a building, I'm making sure you and I can get to the front door, there's enough of a threshold for entry, and that the rooms are in a logical sequence.

For our hope in the future is cosmic, forging human history into eternity.

If you wish to be good, first believe that you are bad.

The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.

You can't just imitate and keep coming up with ideas. You have to be tapping into something that's pure and unconscious in yourself or you'll have no career.

Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.

The most confident critics are generally those who know the least about the matter criticized.