Love Gives Itself; It Is Not Bought.

Sweet Is The Air With The Budding Haws, And The Valley Stretching For Miles Below Is White With Blossoming Cherry-trees, As If Just Covered With Lighted Snow.

For Next To Being A Great Poet Is The Power Of Understanding One.

In Youth All Doors Open Outward; In Old Age All Open Inward.

Ye Are Better Than All The Ballads That Ever Were Sung Or Said; For Ye Are Living Poems, And All The Rest Are Dead.

Rule By Patience, Laughing Water!