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

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

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

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.

Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.

Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him!