I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

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

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.