All governments, Books, customs, buildings, railways, ships, and all the stark realities that men have made, Are but imagination's utterances.

What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship that will cross the sea, we plant the mast to carry the sails, we plant the planks to withstand the gales--the keel, the keelson, and beam and knee--we plant the ship when we plant the tree.

Life is the wave's deep whisper on the shore Of a great sea beyond.

The artist labors while he may, But finds at best too brief the day; And, tho' his works outlast the time And nation that they make sublime, He feels and sees that Nature knows Nothing of time in what she does, But has a leisure infinite Wherein to do her work aright.

Our yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs-- A fading land to which is no return.

Love is the key-note of the universe-- The theme, the melody.

The noblest works of human art and pride show that their makers were not satisfied.