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

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

I dwell in possiblities.

Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?

'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!

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

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