Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.

Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Since when was genius found respectable?

XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.

A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.