I Felt It Shelter To Speak To

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted; One Need Not Be A House; The Brain Has Corridors Surpassing Material Place.

Spring Is The Period Express From God.

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?

I Stepped From Plank To Plank A Slow And Cautious Way

A Precious, Mouldering Pleasure 't Is, To Meet An Antique Book, In Just The Dress His Century Wore; A Privilege I Think.