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.

The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot.

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word