The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

Wonder is not precisely knowing.

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

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

They say that “Time assuages” - Time never did assuage - An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age - Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady

Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.