Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
... with an eye made by quite by power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger -- to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.
This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.