“if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.”

“So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.”

“Ah Maud, you milk-white fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife.”

“And down I went to fetch my bride:But, Alice, you were ill at ease;This dress and that by turns you tried,Too fearful that you should not please.I loved you better for your fears,I knew you could not look but well;And dews, that would have fall'n in tears,I kiss'd away before they fell.”

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.”

“Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die”

“Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.”