Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
The best writing has no lace on its sleeves.
The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.
The shallow, as intimated, consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise see in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws.
Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.