Over all the sky - the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.
Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.
The art of art... is simplicity.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems
There will never be any more perfection than there is now.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.