I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever.

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.