Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy

A Letter Always Seemed To Me Like Immortality Because It Is The Mind Alone Without Corporeal Friend.

I Was Almost Persuaded To Be A Christian. I Thought I Never Again Could Be Thoughtless And Worldly. But I Soon Forgot My Morning Prayer Or Else It Was Irksome To Me. One By One My Old Habits Returned And I Cared Less For Religion Than Ever.

There Is No Frigate Like A Book To Take Us Lands Away Nor Any Coursers Like A Page Of Prancing Poetry.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

What Soft--cherubic Creatures-- These Gentlewomen Are-- One Would As Soon Assault A Plush-- Or Violate A Star