A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.

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.

A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

My business is circumference.