I Half Wish That I

Large Or Small, [the Garden] Should Be Orderly And Rich. It Should Be Well Fenced From The Outside World. It Should By No Means Imitate Either The Willfulness Or The Wildness Of Nature, But Should Look Like A Thing Never To Be Seen Except Near The House. It Should, In Fact, Look Like Part Of The House.

Earth, Left Silent By The Wind Of Night,seems Shrunken 'neath The Gray Unmeasured Height.

There Is No Excuse For Doing Anything Which Is Not Strikingly Beautiful.

One Man With An Idea In His Head Is In Danger Of Being Considered A Madman: Two Men With The Same Idea In Common May Be Foolish, But Can Hardly Be Mad; Ten Men Sharing An Idea Begin To Act, A Hundred Draw Attention As Fanatics, A Thousand And Society Begins To Tremble, A Hundred Thousand And There Is War Abroad, And The Cause Has Victories Tangible And Real; And Why Only A Hundred Thousand? Why Not A Hundred Million And Peace Upon The Earth? You And I Who Agree Together, It Is We Who Have To Answer That Question.

O Thrush, Your Song Is Passing Sweet, But Never A Song That You Have Sung Is Half So Sweet As Thrushes Sang When My Dear Love And I Were Young.