They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.