Dying is a wild night and a new road. |
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away |
Experiment to me Is every one I meet If it contain a Kernel? The Figure of a Nut Presents upon a Tree Equally plausibly, But Meat within, is requisite To Squirrels, and to Me |
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see - but microscopes are prudent in an emergency |
Faith is the pierless bridge supporting what we see unto the scene that we do not. |
Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing. |
Fame is a fickle food - Upon a shifting plate |
Fame is a fickle food - Upon a shifting plate |
Fame is a fickle food - Upon a shifting plate |
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. |
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture. |
For each ecstatic instant - We must an anguish pay - In keen and quivering ratio - To the ecstasy |
For Love is Immortality. |
For Love is Immortality. |
For Love is Immortality. |