There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. Men do not quarrel about the meaning of sunsets; they never dispute that the hawthorn says the best and wittiest thing about the spring.

Humility is the luxurious art of reducing ourselves to a point, not to a small thing or a large one, but to a thing with no size at all, so that to it all the …

The one stream of poetry which is continually flowing is slang.

A beetle may or may not be inferior to a man - the matter awaits demonstration; but if he were inferior by ten thousand fathoms, the fact remains that there is…

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

The intimate rapport with nature is one of the most precious things in life. Nature is indeed very close to us; sometimes closer than hands and feet, of which …

I can hear her heart beat from a thousand miles And the heavens open everytime she smiles And when I come to her that's where I belong Yet I'm running to her l…