The Soul selects her own Society.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

I never saw a meme; I never saw the sea.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.