I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

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

If I can stop one heart from breaking…” Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?

God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die