The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
College is a refuge from hasty judgment.
Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?
The only certain freedom's in departure.
An idea is a feat of association.
Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.