Some Say The World Is

Nor Do We Merely Feel These Essences For One Short Hour No, Even As These Trees That Whisper Round A Temple Become Soon Dear As The Temples Self, So Does The Moon, The Passion Posey, Glories Infinite, Haunt Us Till They Become A Cheering Light Unto Our Souls And Bound To Us So Fast, That Wheather There Be Shine, Or Gloom O'er Cast, They Always Must Be With Us, Or We Die.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart's Affections, And The Truth Of Imagination.

O, Sorrow! Why Dost Borrow Heart's Lightness From The Merriment Of May?

I Have Met With Women Whom I Really Think Would Like To Be Married To A Poem And To Be Given Away By A Novel.