Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

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

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.