- I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
- I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
- Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
- I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
- If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all.
- A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
- Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
- Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a trees summit.
- Touch has a memory.
mar 26 2011 ∞
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