When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he...
There is always one thing to be grateful for – that one is one’s self and not somebody else.
Wonder is not precisely knowing.
Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.
Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs.
Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.
Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.
Love is everything. And that’s all we know about it.
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door...
In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
The Truth never flaunted a sign.
Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.
If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now.
I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever.
I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.
Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.
Love can do all but raise the Dead.
Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock – .
Truth – is as old as God –...
It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.