The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.

Action is redemption.

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

Pain has an element of blank

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

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.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.