I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .