It Sounded As If The Streets Were

There Is A Solitude Of Space. A Solitude Of Sea. A Solitude Of Death, But These Societies Shall Be Compared With That Profounder Site-that Polar Privacy. A Soul Admitted To Itself--finite Infinity.

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.

Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice Of Strength.

I Dwell In Possibilities .

Remorse Is Memory Awake.