The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?

Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another!

Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.