“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.”
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever:Its loveliness increases;It will neverPass into nothingness.”
“Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.”
“I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.”
“It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.”
“I had the most beautiful dream, and then I fell asleep in your arms and my dream turned lovelier still.”