I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

Forever is made up of nows.

You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter - I didn't mean to make you wicked - but I was - and am - and shall be - and I was with you so much that I couldn't help contaminate.