On the shining yards of heaven See a wider dawn unfurled. . . . The eternal slaves of beauty Are the masters of the world.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

Set me a task in which I can put something of my very self, and it is a task no longer; it is joy; it is art.

Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free.

I took a day to search for God, And found Him not. But as I trod By rocky ledge, through woods untamed, Just where one scarlet lily flamed, I saw His foot print in the sod.

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

Lord of the far horizons, Give us the eyes to see Over the verge of the sundown The beauty that is to be.

I often wish... that I could rid the world of the tyranny of facts. What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.

There is only one way in the world to be distinguished. Follow your instinct! Be yourself, and you'll be somebody. Be one more blind follower of the blind, and you will have the oblivion you desire.

A 'fact' merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.

Thank God for poverty That makes and keeps us free And lets us go our unobtrusive way, Glad of the sun and rain, Upright, serene, humane, Contented with the fortune of a day.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

I lost my freedom for so many years. Until he entered my cage. Him, with the black eyes and blacker soul.

For if you succeed in making this girl laugh, if you make her laughter ring in the air like a fountain of silver coins cascading to the floor, you will win her heart forever.

The purpose of Compulsory Education is to deprive the common people of their commonsense.

There was no time to think, I just hit it

Whatever is not conscious will be experienced as fate.

No one ever made a million bucks by being cautious or timid or reasonable.

Lonely dissent doesn't feel like going to school dressed in black. It feels like going to school wearing a clown suit.

Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.

I don't believe in fairy tales, but I believe in you and me