Action Is Redemption.

The Soul Selects Her Own Society.

March Is The Month Of Expectation, The Things We Do Not Know, The Persons Of Prognostication Are Coming Now. We Try To Sham Becoming Firmness, But Pompous Joy Betrays Us, As His First Betrothal Betrays A Boy.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.

The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make Me Regret I Am Not A Bee.

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.