Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We,

There Is A Solitude Of Space. A Solitude Of Sea. A Solitude Of Death, But These Societies Shall Be Compared With That Profounder Site-that Polar Privacy. A Soul Admitted To Itself--finite Infinity.

Speech Is One Symptom Of Affection; And Silence One; The Perfect Communication Is Heard Of None.

Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant-- Success In Circuit Lies Too Bright For Our Infirm Delight The Truth's Superb Surprise As Lightning To The Children Eased With Explanation Kind The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind--

A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not The Power To Die

God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, But Just A Crumb To Me.