O Aching Time! O Moments Big As

Pleasure Is Oft A Visitant; But Pain Clings Cruelly To Us.

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty,-that Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.

I Am In That Temper That If I Were Under Water I Would Scarcely Kick To Come To The Top.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart's Affections, And The Truth Of Imagination.

I Scarcely Remember Counting Upon Happiness—i Look Not For It If It Be Not In The Present Hour—nothing Startles Me Beyond The Moment. The Setting Sun Will Always Set Me To Rights, Or If A Sparrow Come Before My Window I Take Part In Its Existence And Pick About The Gravel.