Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.

But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill.

The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.

Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.

Babies breathe a lot more rapidly than adults do, and what's more, they're also growing quickly and so they're absorbing lots more into the body and they're more fragile in terms of development and so on.

A dog, I will maintain, is a very tolerable judge of beauty, as appears from the fact that any liberally educated dog does, in a general way, prefer a woman to a man.

Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.