I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
Action is redemption.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
I tasted life.
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb