My eyes make pictures when they are shut.

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.

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.

If you would stand well with a great mind, leave him with a favorable impression of yourself; if with a little mind, leave him with a favorable impression of himself.

Poetry gives most pleasure when only generally and not perfectly understood.

Prayer is the very highest energy of which the mind is capable.