Emily Dickinson

Where thou art, that is home…

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate…

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held…

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience…

Tell the truth, but tell it slant…

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat…

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes…

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed…

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven…

Luck is not chance, it’s toil fortune’s expensive smile is earned…

Beauty is not caused. It is…