All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem; In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea; Breath and bloom, shade and shine,- wonder, wealth, and-how far above them- Truth, that's brighter than gem, Truth, that's purer than pearl,- Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe- all were for me In the kiss of one girl.

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!