Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

Hope is a thing with feathers

The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.