I find ecstasy in living; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind — As if my Brain had split — I tried to match it — Seam by Seam — But could not make it fit.
I dwell in Possibility —
I argue thee That love is life — And life hath Immortality —
How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
How do most people live without any thoughts? There are many people in the world (you must have noticed them in the street). How do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?
He ate and drank the precious Words — His Spirit grew robust — He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust —
God is sitting here, looking into my very soul to see if I think right thoughts. Yet I am not afraid, for I try to be right and good; and He knows every one of my struggles.
God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.
Forever — is composed of Nows.
Finite — to fail, but infinite to Venture —
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate
