Fate Gave, What Chance Shall Not Control,

I Knew The Mass Of Men Conceal'd Their Thoughts, For Fear That If Reveal'd They Would By Other Men Be Met With Blank Indifference.

All This I Bear, For, What I Seek, I Know: Peace, Peace Is What I Seek, And Public Calm: Endless Extinction Of Unhappy Hates.

Saw Life Steadily And Saw It Whole.

The Grand Stye Arises In Poetry, When A Noble Nature, Poetically Gifted, Treats With Simplicity Or With Severity A Serious Subject.

At The Present Moment Two Things About The Christian Religion Must Surely Be Clear To Anybody With Eyes In His Head. One Is, That Men Cannot Do Without It; The Other, That They Cannot Do With It As It Is.