Nor count compartments of the floors, But mount to paradise By the stairway of surprise.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe secret of poetry is never explained,— is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, and the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, and knows not that they are such. 'T is as easy as breath. 'T is like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, and none knows what it is.
Ralph Waldo Emerson