Tools have their own integrity.

To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.

Is it better to be extremely ambitious, or rather modest? Probably the latter is safer; but I hate safety, and would rather fail gloriously than dingily succeed.

My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme.

Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.

It isn't that I don't like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.

It is a sad moment when the first phlox appears. It is the amber light indicating the end of the great burst of early summer and suggesting that we must now start looking forward to autumn. Not that I have any objection to autumn as a season, full of its own beauty; but I just cannot bear to see another summer go, and I recoil from what the first hint of autumn means.