poetry
“Love's mysteries in souls do grow.”
“Batter my heart, three-person'd God.”
“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”
“My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —”
“The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; a clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.”
“We never know how high we are till we are called to rise—”
“Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.”
“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.”
“Sweet sounds the brook to ears that understand its song.”
“A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.”
“No time to wait till her mouth can enrich that smile her eyes began.”
“No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, and watch her feet, how they can dance.”
“No time to see, in broad daylight, streams full of stars, like skies at night.”
“No time to see, when woods we pass, where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.”
“No time to stand beneath the boughs and stare as long as sheep or cows.”
“What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.”
“Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.”
“Thinking in its lower grades is comparable to paper money; in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry.”
“The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.”
“At the still point of the turning world... there is only the dance.”