Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
I remarked constantly, just at sunset, in these latitudes, that the eastern horizon was brilliantly illuminated with a kind of mock sunset. This in a short time disappeared, to be soon succeeded by another similar in character, but more faint.
Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
To sleep after sunrise was impossible on account of the number of flies which kept buzzing about the face.
Spanish alone was understood or spoken here; our friend, the countryman, stuck to us most nobly, he understood us not a bit better than the rest but saw that we were in distress and would not desert us.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.