In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hopes in a pile of broken crockery.

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 The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

I cannot live with You --/ It would be Life --/ And Life is over there --/ Behind the Shelf.

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.