Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth

Besides The Autumn Poets Sing, A Few Prosaic Days, A Little This Side Of The Snow, And That Side Of The Haze..., Grant Me, Oh Lord, A Sunny Mind- Thy Windy Will To Bear!

Dreams Are The Subtle Dower That Make Us Rich An Hour Then Fling Us Poor Out Of The Purple Door.

I Could Not Stop For Death And He Did Not Stop For Me.

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

You Cannot Fold A Flood And Put It In A Drawer, Because The Winds Would Find It Out And Tell Your Cedar Floor.