“Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.”

Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

And I am happy when I sing.

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.

But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.

A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.

But He is risen, a later star of dawn.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

My heart leaps up when I behold

Let Nature be your teacher.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.

A tale in everything.

And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.

What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.

People always ask me how I start a collection, and I tell them that I just look around. What am I tired of? What am I in the mood for? Real fashion change comes from real changes in real life. Everything else is just decoration.

I love to collect modern art.

Little moments attach themselves to other little moments and collect into big dreams. We become what we experience.

People will throw stones at you. Don’t throw them back. Collect them all and build an empire.

For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same?

I think we can not categorize. Things do not fit into a mold.