Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
But were it told to me — Today —
That I might have the sky
For mine — I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me —
To do something that you feel in your heart that’s great, you need to make a lot of mistakes. Anything that’s successful is a series of mistakes.
If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were – I have not seen. As others saw – I could not bring. My passions from a common spring – from the same source I have not taken. My sorrow – I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone – and all I lov’d – I lov’d alone.