I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'
From William Butler Yeats
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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