"The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt."
"Nor is there wanting in the pressSome spirit to stand simply forth,Heroic in it nakedness,Against the uttermost of earth.The tale of earth's unhonored thingsSounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;And the mind whirls and the heart sings,And a shout greets the daring one."
"The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition."
"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."
"A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone."
"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in."