My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?
Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.
a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.
God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word
'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!