There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

The only secret people keep is immortality.

a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else.