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.

Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

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.

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

Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.

Hope is a thing with feathers