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.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.