There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

I should not dare to call my soul my own.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

I worked with patience which means almost power.

Earth's crammed with Heaven.

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.

Silence is the best response to a fool.