Friends are nations in themselves.

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

But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.

The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly - and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn't think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow.

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.

The Soul selects her own Society.