What you look at hard seems to look at you.

I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our Lord by it.

The Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to the holy Three in One.

I consider my selfbeing ... that taste of myself, of I and me above and in all things, which is more distinctive than the taste of ale or alum, more distinctive than the smell of walnutleaf or camphor, and is incommunicable by any means to another man.

Horrible to say, in a manner I am a Communist.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!