I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off my life, he'll take from off the other end!

The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat—the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.