Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my foot Than save my Boot -- For yet to buy another Pair is possible, At any store -- But Bliss, is sold just once. The Patent lost None buy it any more --

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

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!

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

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

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.