The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.

In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

The laws of God, the laws of man he may keep that will and can; not I: let God and man decree laws for themselves and not for me.

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.

Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.

Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

Life to be sure is nothing much to lose. But young men think it is and we were young.

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.

I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.

The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

Note, that yeast of good Beer, is better then that of Ale.

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.

Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.

We don't have an eternity to realize our dreams, only the time we are here.

The future and eternity are two entirely different things.

A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there - even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity.

I was born in 1961. Now I think the 16 years that elapsed between 1961 and the end of the wars is nothing. To a child growing up it felt like an eternity, an entirely different world.

War is eternity jammed into frantic minutes that will fill a lifetime with dreams and nightmares.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.

The realm of immediate or personal knowledge is a narrow circle in which these bodies move; the realm of knowledge derived through faith is as wide as the universe, and old as eternity.

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell, where his influence stops.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

God exists in eternity. The only point where eternity meets time is in the present. The present is the only time there is.

Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

Time is but the shadow of the world upon the background of Eternity.

Opinions alter, manners change, creeds rise and fall, but the moral laws are written on the table of eternity.

But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.

When the rose and the cross are united the alchemical marriage is complete and the drama ends. Then we wake from history and enter eternity.

Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

There are tons of people I'd like to freeze for all of eternity, but we won't go into that!

This is the artist, then, life's hungry man, the glutton of eternity, beauty's miser, glory's slave.