I must go in, the fog is rising.

Forever is comprised of nows.

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself.

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 --

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.