Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die

Forever is made up of nows.

The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly - and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn't think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.