A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state: No other can divide with thee this work, No secondary hand can intervene To fashion this ability. 'Tis thine, The prime and vital principle is thine In the recesses of thy nature, far From any reach of outward fellowship, Else 'tis not thine at all.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

Heaven lies about us in our infancy.