My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?

If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me.

Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain --

I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -