“Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.”

For love reflects the thing beloved.

Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

I can’t be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.

A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

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

The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Knowing thyself, that is the greatest wisdom.

Police and firefighters are great, but they don’t create wealth.

The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.

Do not hate what you do not know, for the greater part of knowledge consists of what you do not know.

With great ideas come great changes. Bitcoin’s that.

One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn’t do.

All that is great cannot be possessed – and that is one of the most foolish things man goes on doing. We want to possess.

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.