BOOKS! ’tis a dull and endless strife;
Come, hear the woodland linnet.
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.
A MORNING-GLORY at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
POETRY is to be found nowhere unless we carry it within us.
THOUGH we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we it not.
Ralph Waldo Emerson