The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen, nor strayeth far from his bed; The short days pass unwelcomed one by one.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

So sweet love seemed that April morn, when first we kissed beside the thorn, so strangely sweet, it was not strange we thought that love could never change.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.

All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.

Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.

There are too many stars in the sky and none of them is overshadowing the other. Don't let anybody be a threat to your growth.

Music is art, and art is an integral part of the human experience.

When placed in command, take charge.

Revenge was a very wild kind of justice.

If you do something often enough, a ratio will appear

Most people think of themselves as individuals, that there's no one on the planet like them. This thought motivates them to get out of bed, eat food and walk around like nothing's wrong.

Beauty is not defined by the size of your jeans.

Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.

No daring is fatal. The whole logic of the universe is contained in daring, in creating from the flimsiest, slenderest support.

... Do not let the deeds and thoughts of other people confuse you; let them not prompt you to do or say anything evil!