The Heart Wants What It Wants -

Remorse Is Cureless--the Disease Not Even God--can Heal-- For 'tis His Institution--and The Adequate Of Hell

Had We Less To Say To Those We Love, Perhaps We Should Say It Oftener.

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead.

I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For Myself.

A Death-blow Is A Life-blow To Some Who, Till They Died, Did Not Alive Become; Who, Had They Lived, Had Died, But When They Died, Vitality Begun.