There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!