One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

The only secret people keep is immortality.