Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven

That Love Is All There Is, Is All We Know Of Love.

I Never Saw A Moor, I Never Saw The Sea; Yet Know I How The Heather Looks, And What A Wave Must Be. I Never Spoke With God, Nor Visited In Heaven; Yet Certain Am I Of The Spot, As If A Chart Were Given.

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

Fortune Befriends The Bold.

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.