Pain has an element of blank

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.

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.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.