Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
For when with beauty we can virtue join We paint the semblance of a form...
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke how cruel thy dart....
Dreams are the touchstones of our characters.
Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make...
When you go in search of honey, you must expect to be stung by bees.
