Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

What is dark within me, illumine.

For so I created them free and free they must remain.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

What is strength without a double share of wisdom?

So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.

“Never raise your hand to your children - it leaves your midsection unprotected”

The quiet sense of something lost

The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not

I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

If you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

The year is dying in the night.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use! As tho’ to breathe were life!