There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away, Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears a Human soul.
Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul – BOOKS.
Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
I don’t profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
Till I loved I never lived.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee...
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.
That I shall love always, I argue thee that love is life, and life hath immortality.
The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.
They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; A smile as small as mine might be Precisely their necessity.
Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.
But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.