A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

There is creation in the eye.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Stop thinking for once in your life!

Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.