Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.

Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift it seeks.

Sentimentalists are they who seek to enjoy without incurring the Immense Debtorship for a thing done.

I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.

We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.