Where the apple reddens never pry lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
When a man's busy, leisure strikes him as a wonderful pleasure; and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
When pain ends, gain ends too.
I... Know what I do, and am unmoved by men's blame, or their praise either.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
God is the perfect poet.
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
Man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?
My business is not to remake myself, But make the absolute best of what God made.
Your children are not dead. They are just waiting until the world deserves them.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made: our times are in his hands who sayeth "a whole I plant, youth shows but half; trust god; see all nor be afraid."
You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.
T'were too absurd to slight for the hereafter, the day's delight!
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... For I know love, I am loved by thee.
