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

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.

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.

Love will conquer at the last.

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

One of the very important characteristics of a student is to question. Let the students ask questions.

Whenever the need for some pretense of communication arises, those who profit from our oppression call upon us to share our knowledge with them

Read 500 pages every day. That’s how knowledge works. It builds up like compound interest.

I began my education at a very early age; in fact, right after I left college.

The more knowledge you have, the more you’re free to rely on your instincts.

To attain knowledge, add things everyday. To attain wisdom, remove things every day.

Information is not knowledge.

The real art is knowing what to leave out, not what to put in.