Whatever's merely willful, and not miraculous (be never it so skilful) must wither fail and cease - but better than to grow beauty knows no.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined,therefore limitless) love's to giving as to keeping's give; as yes is to if,love is to yes

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .

i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile

And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.

One's not half two. It's two are halves of one.