Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.

The best part of human language, properly so called, is derived from reflection on the acts of the mind itself.

So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.

Why aren't more gems from our great authors scattered over the country? Great books aren't within everybody's reach.

A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.