This madness has come on us for our sins.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

I am a part of all that I have met.

Let us hush this cry of 'Forward', till ten thousand years have gone.

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

What rights are those that dare not resist for them?

Better not be at all than not be noble.

To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

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

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.

Ah my God, what might I not have made of thy fair world, had I but loved thy highest creature here? It was my duty to have loved the highest: It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.

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

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

There's no glory like those who save their country.

The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use.

God gives us Love, something to love, God lends us.

He never sold the truth to serve the hour, Nor paltered with Eternal God for power.

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

Brothers in Art: a friendship so complete.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...

Let Knowledge grow from more to more; but more of reference in us dwell.

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

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.

It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.

My religious beliefs also defied convention, leaning towards agnosticism and pandeism.

Ah Maud, you milk-white fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom stays.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

The quiet sense of something lost.

To many-towered Camelot.

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

That which we are, we are.

The year is dying in the night.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

Yet all experience is an arc, where through gleams the untraveled world, whose margin fades forever, and forever as I move...

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

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

I will drink life to the lees.