He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way.

Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is eternal delight.

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.