I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
I've written so many verses and keep on writing so many more that I became afraid that if I didn't write them into one big book, I might forget some of them.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
Music my rampart, and my only one.
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.