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

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

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

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.