Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

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

The Soul Selects Her Own Society.

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

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