Lord Saint-Edith said he couldn't understand people thinking Bacon…

Thank God I'm alive In the light of the Sun! It's a quarter to five; Thank God I'm alive! Now the hum of the hive Of the world has begun,

Whoever one is, and wherever one is, one is always in the wrong if one is rude.

In Mozart and Salieri we see the contrast between the genius which does what it must and the talent which does what it can.

I wish I was dead, And lay deep in the grave. I've a pain in my head, I wish I was dead. In a coffin of lead— With the Wise and the Brave—

[T]here is a vast difference between games and play. Play is played for fun, but games are deadly serious, and you do not play them to enjoy yourself.

Here's the lily, here the rose Her full chalice shall disclose; Here's narcissus wet with dew, Windflower and the violet blue. Wear the garland I have made; Crowned with it, put pride away;