Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?

At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.