Judge tenderly of me.
Nothing is the force that renovates the World.
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.