Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth

If I Read A Book And It Makes My Whole Body So Cold No Fire Can Warm Me, I Know That Is Poetry. If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry. These Are The Only Ways I Know It. Is There Any Other Way?

There Is Always One Thing To Be Grateful For - That One Is One's Self And Not Somebody Else.

Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond Its Whole Experience.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar.

Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.