Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

Man's Love Is Of Man's Life A Part; It Is A Woman's Whole Existence. In Her First Passion, A Woman Loves Her Lover, In All The Others All She Loves Is Love.

This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real Is But A Heightening Of The Beau Ideal.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.

The Heart Ran O'er With Silent Worship Of The Great Of Old!-- The Dead, But Sceptred Sovereigns, Who Still Rule Our Spirits From Their Urns.