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.

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

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.