The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts.

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

Kissing don't last; cookery do!

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Here's to the day when it is May And care as light as a feather, When your little shoes and my big boots Go tramping over the heather.

I cannot but think that he who finds a certain proportion of pain and evil inseparably woven up in the life of the very worms, will bear his own share with mor…

He is the happy wanderer, who goes, Singing upon the way, with eyes awake To every scene, with ears alert to take The sweetness of all sounds; who loves and kn…