They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

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!

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

To be alive──is Power.

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.