Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me

How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.

The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?