“And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.”

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!

There is creation in the eye.

Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.

Rest and be thankful.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Love betters what is best.

May books and nature be their early joy!

One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.

I’ve been pleased to work with so many wonderful stars through the years. This has been an amazing journey. I hope it continues.

Throw moderation to the winds, and the greatest pleasures bring the greatest pains.

Pleasure is always derived from something outside you, whereas joy arises from within.

So pleasurable to live for yourself, not for others.

Traveling produce a magic kind of pleasure that understands who witnesses.

We’re in hustle and bustle as if chasing a shadow. We are in a hurry from pleasure to pleasure, But there comes a time of sobering up when there is no oblivion in pleasure.

Death is nothing to us. When we exist, death is not; and when death exists, we are not. All sensation and consciousness ends with death and therefore in death there is neither pleasure nor pain. The fear of death arises from the belief that in death, there is awareness.

Pleasure is the beginning and the end of living happily.