Set me a task in which I can put something of my very self, and it is a task no longer; it is joy; it is art.
Lord of the far horizons, Give us the eyes to see Over the verge of the sundown The beauty that is to be.
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood-
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
I often wish... that I could rid the world of the tyranny of facts. What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.
There is only one way in the world to be distinguished. Follow your instinct! Be yourself, and you'll be somebody. Be one more blind follower of the blind, and you will have the oblivion you desire.
The greatest joy in nature is the absence of man.
Where there is writing- there is a writer Where there is planning- there is a planner Where there is a building- there is a builder Where there is a miracle- there is a God!
I heard the spring light whisper
Above the dancing stream,
The world is made forever
in likeness of a dream.
The first need of being is endurance; to endure with gladness if we can, with fortitude in any event.
It is not being out at heels that makes a man discontented, it is being out at heart. To be contented is to be good friends with yourself.
On the shining yards of heaven
See a wider dawn unfurled. . . .
The eternal slaves of beauty
Are the masters of the world.
There is a passion for perfection which you will rarely see fully developed; but you may note this fact, that in successful lives it is never wholly lacking.
Indifference may not wreck a man's life at any one turn, but it will destroy him with a kind of dry-rot in the long run.
Love manifests itself in our bodies as instinctive craving, in our souls as devotion, and in our minds as pride.
Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
A 'fact' merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.
Thank God for poverty
That makes and keeps us free
And lets us go our unobtrusive way,
Glad of the sun and rain,
Upright, serene, humane,
Contented with the fortune of a day.
I took a day to search for God, And found Him not. But as I trod By rocky ledge, through woods untamed, Just where one scarlet lily flamed, I saw His foot print in the sod.
Have little care that Life is brief, And less that Art is long. Success is in the silences Though Fame is in the song.
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