Wonder is not precisely knowing.

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--

Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

You don't have to be a house to be haunted.