Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs.

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.

Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.

Truth - is as old as God-.

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