Old Age Comes On Suddenly, And Not

What Fortitude The Soul Contains, That It Can So Endure The Accent Of A Coming Foot- The Opening Of A Door.

There Is No Frigate Like A Book

You Remember My Ideal Cat Has Always A Huge Rat In Its Mouth, Just Going Out Of Sight - Though Going Out Of Sight In Itself Has A Peculiar Pleasure.

Hope . . . Never Stops At All.

Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish, Or To Live?