How many undervalue the power of simplicity! But it is the real key to the heart.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
And in thy voice I catch the language of my former heart, and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.