The Soul selects her own Society.
Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.
a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me
Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.
Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.