But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?

But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. read more

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is read more

The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in,
Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.

At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in,
Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.

Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.

Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.

He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it read more

He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternity's sunrise.