To genius life never grows commonplace.
Earth's biggest country 's gut her soul, An' risen up earth's greatest nation.
The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.
The material of thought re-acts upon the thought itself.
Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.
Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves, All is so bodingly still.