Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.

There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.

Red has been praised for its nobility of the color of life. But the true color of life is not red. Red is the color of violence, or of life broken open, edited, and published. Or if red is indeed the color of life, it is so only on condition that it is not seen. Once fully visible, red is the color of life violated, and in the act of betrayal and of waste.

for man, woman, and child the tender, irregular, sensitive, living foot, which does not even stand with all its little surface on the ground, and which makes no base to satisfy an architectural eye, is, as it were, the unexpected thing. ... nothing makes a more helpless and unsymmetrical sign than does a naked foot.

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...

Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.

There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with so much confidence.