“Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.”

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.

We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.

We live by admiration, hope and love.

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

Inhale a deep breath exhale and release it all welcome peace inside.

She now finds solace in vanilla-scented daydreams, as her soul sings away in a musical symphony of humid breaths and well-favored smiles.

She tried building walls but a heart of fire and air breath and spirit cannot be confined.

How can I not love you from a distance when you breathe the same way I do, Have the same needs I do?  Search for the same purpose and meaning that I do? Why must there be me over here and you over there that do not live in the same world?

The woman I am today is grateful, for the life that she has lived. And until she takes her last breath, it’s with gratitude she’ll live.

For he has conquered death, with the gift of His last breath. Go now, and share the news, the Savior beckons you.

If it doesn’t open you like love, kiss you like rain and leave you breathless, wanting more, it isn’t love.

He breathed life into me and then left me suffocating.