The Soul Selects Her Own Society.

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

A Letter Always Seemed To Me Like Immortality Because It Is The Mind Alone Without Corporeal Friend.

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 Fear A Man Of Frugal Speech - I Fear A Silent Man - Haranguer - I Can Overtake - Or Babbler - Entertain - But He Who Weigheth - While The Rest - Expend Their Furthest Pound - Of This Man - I Am Wary - I Fear That He Is Grand -

If I Shouldn't Be Alive When The Robins Come, Give The One In Red Cravat, A Memorial Crumb.