They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my foot Than save my Boot -- For yet to buy another Pair is possible, At any store -- But Bliss, is sold just once. The Patent lost None buy it any more --

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.