- After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
- Beauty is not caused. It is.
- Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
- Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
- Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.
- For love is immortality.
- Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
- How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
- I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
- If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
- If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
- Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
- Luck is not chance, it's toil fortune's expensive smile is earned.
- Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
- Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
- Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
- Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
- The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
- There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
- They might not need me but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
- They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
- To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
- To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
- To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
- Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
- Where thou art, that is home.
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