Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly - and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn't think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word