"Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear." - RW Emerson, Nature
‘A friend, proven in death’
"To be in any form, what is that?
(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,)....
Mine is no callous shell,"