To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.

I'm nobody, who are you?

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.

Where thou art, that is home.

Fortune befriends the bold.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.