Could you tell me how to grow – or is it unconveyed – like Melody – or Witchcraft?
But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory’s fog is rising.
IX. The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.
There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away.
Harm is one of those things that I always mean to keep clear of, but somehow my intentions and me don’t chime as they ought, and people will get hit with stones that I throw at my neighbor’s dogs...
Non esiste un vascello veloce come un libro per portarci in terre lontane.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
To shut your eyes is to travel.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
The brain is wider than the sky.
A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die.
The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
My friends are my estate.
Fame is a bee It has a song – It has a sting – Ah, too, it has a wing.
Luck is not chance, it’s toil; fortune’s expensive smile is earned.
My love for those I love – not many – not very many, but don’t I love them so?
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.