One Need Not Be A Chamber To

There Is A Solitude Of Space. A Solitude Of Sea. A Solitude Of Death, But These Societies Shall Be Compared With That Profounder Site-that Polar Privacy. A Soul Admitted To Itself--finite Infinity.

Find Ecstasy In Life; The Mere Sense Of Living Is Joy Enough.

Life Is So Rotatory That The Wilderness Falls To Each, Sometime.

God, Keep Me From What They Call 'households,'

The Mountain At A Given Distance In Amber Lies; Approached, The Amber Flits A Little,-- And That's The Skies!