Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught.

Fashion and riches will mask much annoyance.

He that would earn the Poet's sacred name, Must write for future as for present ages.

No night so wild but brings the constant sun With love and power untold; No time so dark but through its woof there run Some blessed threads of gold.

Beautiful and rare Aurora, In the heavens thou art their Flora

December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond summer sympathies ensnared; Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even winter's crystal gems be spared.

O Light divine! we need no fuller test That all is ordered well; We know enough to trust that all is best Where Love and Wisdom dwell.

We are spirits clad in veils.

I become more and more inclined to sink the minister in the man, and abandon my present calling in toto as a profession... to create a living religion in landscape painting.

We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen.

Remember Whose You Are.

I do not mean, of course, that we can always accurately express our conscious thoughts with Proustian accuracy. Consciousness overflows language: we perceive vastly more than we can describe.

The Teenage Cancer Trust does incredible work supporting and caring for teenagers and young adults with cancer, and it's a cause that is really close to me and my family.

The trouble with American History is that you don't remember it, and why should you? Nobody does.

I think there is a general unrest or curiosity about what a human future is going to be like, and whether the way we're living is even sustainable.

When a man dies, and his kin are glad of it, they say, "He is better off."

Something is usable if it behaves exactly as expected.

If we are to save humanity and the planet from the worst mass extinction of all time, worse even than that at the end of the Permian, we must stop at two degrees.

I think it's a problem if you don't compensate people that have got no money, because I really feel you're exploiting them.

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.