So few that live have life ...
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul-BOOKS.
If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.
Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
I have an appetite for silence.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
My life closed twice before its close;It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conceive,As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven,And all we need of hell.
Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee...
The last of Summer is Delight -Deterred by Retrospect.'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review -Enchantment's Syndicate.To meet it - nameless as it is -Without celestial Mail -Audacious as without a KnockTo walk within the Veil.
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.
We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.
We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see thee better for the years That hunch themselves between, The miner's lamp sufficient be To nullify the mine. And in the grave I see thee best- Its little panels be A-glow, all ruddy with the light I held so high for thee! What need of day to those whose dark Hath so surpassing sun, It seem it be continually At the meridian?
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.
Forever - is composed of Nows- 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months- And Years - exhale in Years...
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Hope is a thing with feathers
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men-.
I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true - men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe
You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
My love for those I love - not many - not very many, but don't I love them so?
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
If your Nerve, deny you - Go above your Nerve
The past is not a package one can lay away.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.