If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me.

I have an appetite for silence.

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.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!

My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.