I dwell in possiblities.

Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.

AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!