“It is not being out at heels that makes a man discontented, it is being out at heart. To be contented is to be good friends with yourself.”

I often wish… that I could rid the world of the tyranny of facts. What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.

On the shining yards of heaven See a wider dawn unfurled. . . . The eternal slaves of beauty Are the masters of the world.

Have little care that Life is brief, And less that Art is long. Success is in the silences Though Fame is in the song.

I heard the spring light whisper Above the dancing stream, The world is made forever in likeness of a dream.

Love manifests itself in our bodies as instinctive craving, in our souls as devotion, and in our minds as pride.

Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free.

The greatest joy in nature is the absence of man.

There is a passion for perfection which you will rarely see fully developed; but you may note this fact, that in successful lives it is never wholly lacking.

There is only one way in the world to be distinguished. Follow your instinct! Be yourself, and you’ll be somebody. Be one more blind follower of the blind, and you will have the oblivion you desire.

The first need of being is endurance; to endure with gladness if we can, with fortitude in any event.

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

Animals keep you company when you’re really lonely. It helps because when you have a friend around who always likes you no matter what – it’s harder to feel bad or down.

I’ve had the same core group of friends that I’ve always had. We’re surfing, so that definitely keeps you grounded.

I’ve had the same friends I’ve always had. I mean, I’ve lost a few over the years.

Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.

Perhaps everyone loved someone; I didn’t now, I couldn’t give much thought to love; in order to travel far you had to be detached, and I had the long road back to the campus before me.

Beautifully shot, impeccably paced, it was a clear, unrelenting look at the National Trust, its friends and enemies, and it makes you want to burn your passport and beg the Luftwaffe to have another go.

You’d read between my lines, You’d seen truths i had tried to deny all my life.You had read poems that were tucked neatly under my sheets, words i never meant anyone to read.

Other dogs bite only their enemies, whereas I bite also my friends in order to save them.