And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done-- done, see you!-- under that sky there, every day.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.

A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

Perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come easily off and on.

‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.

You touch some of the reasons for my going, not for my staying away.

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.

They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them.

You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer, ” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.

I sometimes refer to economics as a woman. To me the subject was always a she. People would ask me why. Easy. She's obviously a woman: all the men are trying to do her, and mostly they're failing.

When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness.They wanted her to change back into what she always had been.But she had wings.

Yes, Maxon, " I whispered. "It’s possible.

Health, wealth, reputation, and status are all mere ingredients of happiness. The key to true well-being is being able to manage them capably.

Commitment leads to action. Action brings your dream closer.

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

The animation of the canvas is one of the hardest problems of painting.

Mylife might be little and boring, but at least it’s mine - not some assembly-line, secondhand, hand-me-down life.

If we believe that the sun and moon hang in the sky for our delight, there will be joy upon the hills and gladness in the fields.

Today I finally overcame tryin’ to fit the world inside a picture frame.