Sleeping Or Waking, We Hear Not The

Such Has Often Been My Apathy, When Objects Long Sought, And Earnestly Desired, Were Placed Within My Reach.

Salt Is White And Pure - There Is Something Holy In Salt.

But There Is A Fatality, A Feeling So Irresistible And Inevitable That It Has The Force Of Doom, Which Almost Invariably Compels Human Beings To Linger Around And Haunt, Ghost-like, The Spot Where Some Great And Marked Event Has Given The Colour To Their Lifetime; And, Still The More Irresistibly, The Darker The Tinge That Saddens It.

Death Possesses A Good Deal, Of Real Estate, Namely, The Graveyard In Every Town.

She Had Not Known The Weight Until She Felt The Freedom.