Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.
He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.
The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.
The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?