How odd that girl’s life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I’m wife! stop there!
Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul.
Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.
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.
I took one Draught of Life – I’ll tell you what I paid – Precisely an existence – The market price, they said.
Behold this little Bane- The Boon of all alive- As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love.
Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won’t help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.
They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their “Father.”
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.
Beauty is not caused, it is; Chase it and it ceases, Chase it not and it abides...
Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief.
Such is the force of Happiness – The Least can lift a ton Assisted by its stimulus.
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.
At least to pray is left – is left Oh Jesus – in the Air – I know not which thy chamber is – I’m knocking everywhere.
The power to console is not within corporeal reach – though its attempt is precious.
Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.
Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.
Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.
Action is redemption.