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

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.

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.

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

Beloved, can you feel assured that He carried your sin?

It is difficult to stop in time because one gets carried away. But I have that strength; it is the only strength I have.

Hatred is something peculiar. You will always find it strongest and most violent where there is the lowest degree of culture.

Coaching is preparation.

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

Where youthful beauty is unconscious, mature beauty is knowing and sophisticated.

To me, getting notes, honing the part, and refining the role is the real fun of the play.

Drying up in conversation You will be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces You just sit there wishing you could still make love.