It Is Better To Be The Hammer

Because I Could Not Stop For Death, He Kindly Stopped For Me; The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves And Immortality.

Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We, At Our Supremest, Are But Its Trembling Emblems.

I Must Go In, The Fog Is Rising.

Life Is A Spell So Exquisite That Everything Conspires To Break It.

Will You Tell Me My Fault, Frankly As To Yourself, For I Had Rather Wince, Than Die. Men Do Not Call The Surgeon To Commend The Bone, But To Set It, Sir.