My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.
Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Skyโ.
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.