Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again