My Chest Of Books Divide Amongst My

O Aching Time! O Moments Big As Years!

Do You Not See How Necessary A World Of Pains And Troubles Is To School An Intelligence And Make It A Soul?

If Something Is Not Beautiful, It Is Probably Not True.

Here Are Sweet Peas, On Tiptoe For A Flight; With Wings Of Gentle Flush O'er Delicate White, And Taper Fingers Catching At All Things, To Bind Them All About With Tiny Rings.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart’s Affections And The Truth Of The Imagination – What The Imagination Seizes As Beauty Must Be Truth – Whether It Existed Before Or Not – For I Have The Same Idea Of All Our Passions As Of Love They Are All In Their Sublime, Creative Of Essential Beauty . . .