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.

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

Action is redemption.

I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.

Till I loved I never lived.

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.