Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.
I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.
Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.
Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.
The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.
You don't have to be a house to be haunted.