Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.

The hearts that never lean must fall.

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.