It is doubtless a vice to turn one's eyes inward too much, but I am my own comedy and tragedy.

For the world was built in order around the atoms march in tune; Rhyme the pipe, and Time the warder, The sun obeys them, and the moon.

The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.

All sensible people are selfish, and nature is tugging at every contract to make the terms of it fair.

The finest poetry was first experience.

The gift, to be true, must be the flowing of the giver unto me, correspondent to my flowing unto him.

Power obeys reality, and not appearances; power is according to quality, and not quantity.