Things seen are mightier than things heard.

That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.

Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.