“The secret of poetry is never explained - is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, & the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, & knows not that they are such. 'Tis as easy as breath. 'Tis like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, & none knows what it is.”
“Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair,’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air,To walk every day in the path that we choose,Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.”
“Want to know the biggest lie ever written? 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
“All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.”
“Dolgan: ’Tis a wise thing to know what is wanted, and wiser still to know when ‘tis achieved.Rhuagh: True. And still wiser to know when it is unachievable, for then striving is folly.”
“And tis' my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes.”