There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

One thing I am convinced more and more is true, and that is this: The only way to be truly happy is to make others happy. When you realize that and take advantage of the fact, everything is made perfect.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.

All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.

As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world