A Wounded Deer Leaps The

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.

The Heart Is The Capital Of The Mind— The Mind Is A Single State— The Heart And The Mind Together Make A Single Continent— One—is The Population— Numerous Enough— This Ecstatic Nation Seek—it Is Yourself.

A Death-blow Is A Life-blow To Some Who, Till They Died, Did Not Alive Become; Who, Had They Lived, Had Died, But When They Died, Vitality Begun.

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain

Fame Is A Bee It Has A Song - It Has A Sting - Ah, Too, It Has A Wing.