We Meet No Stranger, But Ourself.

Portraits Are To Daily Faces As An Evening West To A Fine, Pedantic Sunshine In A Satin Vest.

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

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

Spring Is The Period Express From God.

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