Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.

If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.

To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand.