Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.
Who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once.
A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's heaven for?
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
Our aspirations are our possibilities.
My sun sets to rise again.
Ignorance is not innocence, but sin.
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!
I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.
Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
Life is a little thing, but a little thing can mean a life.