To be alive──is Power.

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind--

Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true

The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.

Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.