But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.

No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Truth lies within a little and certain compass, but error is immense.

To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves - there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

The real peril of war lies not in military defeat. It lies in war itself, whether we win or lose.

All political parties die at last of swallowing their own lies.

Seeking to forget makes exile all the longer; the secret of redemption lies in remembrance.

Because of the lack of education on AIDS, discrimination, fear, panic, and lies surrounded me.

Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two.

The English are polite by telling lies. The Americans are polite by telling the truth.

The great danger for family life, in the midst of any society whose idols are pleasure, comfort and independence, lies in the fact that people close their hearts and become selfish.

Americans detest all lies except lies spoken in public or printed lies.

The task of the educator lies in seeing that the child does not confound good with immobility and evil with activity.

The worlds I paint leave a lot to engage the imagination by hinting at what lies beyond the four edges of the painting. I think getting beyond the four edges of an opportunity or challenge is one of the basic skills you need in business.

The road to perseverance lies by doubt.

The power of a book lies in its power to turn a solitary act into a shared vision. As long as we have books, we are not alone.

I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy and the world begins lying about us pretty soon afterward.

The secret of a person's nature lies in their religion and what they really believes about the world and their place in it.

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

For me the greatest beauty always lies in the greatest clarity.

Remember, beneath every cynic there lies a romantic, and probably an injured one.

The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.

The way of a man's heart will be foreshadowed by what goodness lies in him - coming from above, and from around; but a way foreshadowed is not a way made.

The elite media has been caught in so many lies because of false statements that its whole reputation has eroded, their circulation is down, and their profits are down.

The golden age has not passed; it lies in the future.