“What thou lovest well remains,the rest is drossWhat thou lov’st well shall not be reft from theeWhat thou lov’st well is thy true heritage”

“what thou lovest well isthy true heritagewhat thou lovest well shallnot be reft from thee”

“What thou lovest well remains. The rest is dross.”

“What thou lovest well remains, ”

“There is the subtler music, the clear lightWhere time burns back about th'eternal embers.We are not shut from the thousand heavens:Lo, there are many gods whom we have seen,Folk of unearthly fashion, places splendid,Bulwarks of beryl and of chrysophrase.Sapphire Benacus, in thy mists and theeNature herself's turned metaphysical,Who can look at that blue and not believe?”

“No teacher has ever failed from ignorance. That is empiric professional knowledge. Teachers fail because they cannot `handle the class.' Real education must ultimately be limited to men how INSIST on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.”

“My pawing over the ancients and semi-ancients has been one struggle to find out what has been done, once and for all, better than it can ever be done again, and to find out what remains for us to do, and plenty does remain, for if we still feel the same emotions as those who launched a thousand ships, it is quite certain that we came on these feelings differently, through different nuances, by different intellectual gradations. Each age has its own abounding gifts yet only some ages transmute them into matters of duration.”