All rooms ought to look as if they were lived in, and to have so to say, a friendly welcome ready for the incomer.

Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.

By God! I will not tell you more to-day, Judge any way you will - what matters it?

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining.

A man at work, making something which he feels will exist because he is working at it and wills it, is exercising the energies of his mind and soul as well as of his body. Memory and imagination help him as he works.

Earth, left silent by the wind of night,Seems shrunken 'neath the gray unmeasured height.

Don't think too much of style.