A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.

I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's-self is.

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.

Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.