God, Keep Me From What They Call

The Things Of Which We Want The Proof Are Those We Know The Best.

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.

God's Unique Capacity Is Too Surprising To Surprise.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul - And Sings The Tunes Without The Words - And Never Stops At All.

The Bustle In A House The Morning After Death Is Solemnest Of Industries Enacted Upon Earth,-- The Sweeping Up The Heart, And Putting Love Away We Shall Not Want To Use Again Until Eternity