The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is,
to meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege I think
Forever is composed of nows.
Fortune befriends the bold.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these
But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies
To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime
I dwell in possibility.
The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
I believe in possibility
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.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
It is finished, is never said of us
For love is immortality.
I HIDE myself within my flower
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Where thou art, that is home.
Till I loved I never lived.
We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls
Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.
The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate
He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Tis not that dying hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.”
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home.
I tasted life.
To be alive -is Power
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
The mere sense of living is joy enough
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Judge tenderly of me.
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one
Those who have not found the heaven below,
will fail of it above.
It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away
Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
My only sketch, profile, of heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June-and in it are my friends-every one of them
The hearts that never lean must fall.
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
The brain is wider than the sky.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Bring me the sunset in a cup
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Anger as soon as fed is dead - Tis starving makes it fat.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell