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!

a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

Nothing is the force that renovates the World.

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

My life closed twice before its close

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

Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.