The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.
Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean.
I don't believe in principle, but I do in interest.
Those who love are but one step from heaven.
Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.
Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls.