Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

Not a man alive has so much luck that he can play with it.

... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild.

My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head.

Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought.

It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is

All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will