We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.

The air is all softness.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.