If a thousand old beliefs were ruined in our march to truth we must still march on.

- Stopford Brooke

A little sun, a little rain, A soft wind blowing from the west, And woods and fields are sweet again, And warmth within the mountain's breast A …

- Stopford Brooke

I dreamed of myself in a dream, and told the dream, which was mine, as if it were another person's of whom I dreamed. Indeed what is life when thinki…

- Stopford Brooke