Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.