The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

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

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!