I Could Not Stop For Death And

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several - Childhood - Some Forms Of Hope - The Dead.

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.

It Is Essential To The Sanity Of Mankind That Each One Should Think The Other Crazy - A Condition With Which The Cynicism Of Human Nature So Cordially Complies, One Could Wish It Were A Concurrence Upon A Subject More Noble.

Drab Habitation Of Whom? Tabernacle Or Tomb - Or Dome Of Worm - Or Porch Of Gnome - Or Some Elf's Catacomb?

Because I Could Not Stop For Death, He Kindly Stopped For Me; The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves And Immortality.