Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

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

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer of the eyes - And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With swiftness, as of Chariots and distance, as of Wheels. This World did drop away As acres from the feet of one that leaneth from Balloon Upon an Ether Street. The Gulf behind was not, The Continents were new - Eternity was due. No Seasons were to us - It was not Night nor Morn - But Sunrise stopped upon the place And Fastened in Dawn.

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---