The only secret people keep is immortality.

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 --

God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.

Forever is made up of nows.