Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is 'acquainted with Grief', we listen, for that also is an Acquaintan...
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye....
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? For beauty, I replied. And I for truth,—the two ar...
He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What lib...
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
A power of Butterfly must be -The Aptitude to fly
He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul...
THERE is no frigate like a book/ To take us lands away...
She died--this was the way she died;And when her breath was done,Took up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun.Her little figure at the gateThe angels must have spied,Since I could never find her...