Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.
It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.
How I do love the earth. I feel it thrill under my feet. I feel somehow as if it were conscious of my love, as if something passed into my dancing blood from it.
Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession many.
Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.