Hope is a thing with feathers

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.