A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth

The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An Acquired Taste.

Truth Is So Rare That It Is Delightful To Tell It.

My Friends Are My Estate.

I See Thee Better In The Dark I Do Not Need A Light.

The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound -- And Would As Soon Surmise As In Its Grave Go Plumbing To Ascertain The Size -- The Loneliness Whose Worst Alarm Is Lest Itself Should See -- And Perish From Before Itself For Just A Scrutiny -- The Horror Not To Be Surveyed -- But Skirted In The Dark -- With Consciousness Suspended -- And Being Under Lock -- I Fear Me This -- Is Loneliness -- The Maker Of The Soul Its Caverns And Its Corridors Illuminate -- Or Seal