I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?