Faith In God, Faith In Man, Faith

Fools, When Their Roof-tree Falls, Think It Doomsday.

Whoever Can Endure Unmixed Delight, Whoever Can Tolerate Music And Painting And Poetry All In One, Whoever Wishes To Be Rid Of Thought And To Let The Busy Anvils Of The Brain Be Silent For A Time, Let Him Read In The "faery Queen."

The Thing We Long For, That We Are For One Transcendent Moment.

In The Parliament Of The Present Every Man Represents A Constituency Of The Past.

True Love Is But A Humble, Low Born Thing, And Hath Its Food Served Up In Earthenware; It Is A Thing To Walk With, Hand In Hand, Through The Every-dayness Of This Workday World.