You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

Forever is made up of nows.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

How lucious lies the pea within the pod.