There Is No Silence In

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted.

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

I Had No Time To Hate, Because The Grave Would Hinder Me, And Life Was Not So Ample I Could Finish Enmity Nor Had I Time To Love: But Since Some Industry Must Be, The Little Toil Of Love, I Thought, Was Large Enough For Me.

Hope Is A Strange Invention - A Patent Of The Heart - In Unremitting Action Yet Never Wearing Out

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several - Childhood - Some Forms Of Hope - The Dead.