“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.”

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.

We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.

We live by admiration, hope and love.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.

Don’t forget to erase every trace of me from your skin, You wouldn’t want the truth to show.

Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.

Dreams may be forgotten but the beauty and the remnants of emotion felt will always remain remarkable.

Forgetting everything I know, remembering who i am.

If ever happiness happens to forget you even a little bit, never completely forget about it.

I don’t want to forget you, even though its best to, now you’re just the empty space, in my bedroom.

You are a drug that my blood forgot, it needed.

It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards.