Where thou art, that is home.
Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah too it has a wing.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Glee! The great storm is over!
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
THERE is no frigate like a book/ To take us lands away...
Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,I shall not live in vain;If I can ease one life the aching,Or cool one pain,Or help one fainting robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.
Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it,
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Consciousness is the only home of which we know.
He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.
Luck is not chance, it's toil fortune's expensive smile is earned.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
The brain is wider than the sky.
We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
A power of Butterfly must be -The Aptitude to fly
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.