Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?

People who serve you without love get even behind your back.

How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed!

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.