I Have An Appetite For Silence.

My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close; It Yet Remains To See If Immortality Unveil A Third Event To Me, So Huge, So Hopeless To Conceive, As These That Twice Befell. Parting Is All We Know Of Heaven, And All We Need Of Hell.

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It

I Dwell In Possibilities .

I Hope Your Rambles Have Been Sweet, And Your Reveries Spacious

I Miss The Grasshoppers Much, But Suppose It Is All For The Best. I Should Become Too Much Attached To A Trotting World.