Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard

Failure Is In A Sense The Highway To Success, As Each Discovery Of What Is False Leads Us To Seek Earnestly After What Is True.

Nothing Is Finer For The Purposes Of Great Productions Than A Very Gradual Ripening Of The Intellectual Powers.

Where Are The Songs Of Spring? Aye, Where Are They? Think Not Of Them; Thou Has Thy Music Too.

I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright

Real Are The Dreams Of Gods, And Smoothly Pass Their Pleasures In A Long Immortal Dream.