I Could Not Stop For Death And

My Love For Those I Love -- Not Many -- Not Very Many, But Don't I Love Them So?

It Is Essential To The Sanity Of Mankind That Each One Should Think The Other Crazy - A Condition With Which The Cynicism Of Human Nature So Cordially Complies, One Could Wish It Were A Concurrence Upon A Subject More Noble.

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

Dreams Are The Subtle Dower That Make Us Rich An Hour Then Fling Us Poor Out Of The Purple Door.

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.