Fear that makes faith may break faith.

The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.

The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.

And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.