It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the Dark - And crowd the little Room - Too scant - by Cubits - to contain The Sacrament - of Him - I am not used to Hope - It might intrude upon - Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place - Ordained to Suffering - It might be easier To fail - with Land in Sight - Than gain - My Blue Peninsula - To perish - of Delight -

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.

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

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

Nothing is the force that renovates the World.

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die