A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

The Soul selects her own Society.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.

Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.