The Friend Anguish Reveals Is The Slowest

For Love Is Immortality.

When We Think Of His Lone Effort To Live And Its Bleak Reward, The Mind Turns To The Myth "for His Mercy Endureth Forever," With Confiding Revulsion.

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted.

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.