Emily Dickinson

"Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all."

"She dealt her pretty words like Blades --How glittering they shone --And every One unbared a NerveOr wantoned with a Bone --She never deemed -- she hurt --That -- is not Steel's Affair --A vulgar grimace in the Flesh --How ill the Creatures bear --To Ache is human -- not polite --The Film upon the eyeMortality's old Custom --Just locking up -- to Die."

"How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone,And doesn't care about careers,And exigencies never fears;Whose coat of elemental brownA passing universe put on;And independent as the sun,Associates or glows alone,Fulfilling absolute decreeIn casual simplicity."

"Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough."

"Kein Schiff trägt uns besser in ferne Länder, als ein Buch."

"Success is counted sweetest by those ne'er succeed."

"That I shall love always, I argue theethat love is life,and life hath immortality"

"Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency."

"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain."

"Faith—is the Pierless BridgeSupporting what We seeUnto the Scene that We do not—Too slender for the eyeIt bears the Soul as boldAs it were rocked in SteelWith Arms of Steel at either side—It joins—behind the VeilTo what, could We presumeThe Bridge would cease to beTo Our far, vacillating FeetA first Necessity."

"Where thou art, that is home."

"The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,--The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity"

"Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency."

"I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality."

"Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light."

"Morning without you is a dwindled dawn."

"I died for beauty but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died for truth was lainIn an adjoining room.He questioned softly why I failed?"For beauty,"I replied."And I for truth, the two are one;We brethren are,"he said.And so, as kinsmen met a night,We talked between the rooms,Until the moss had reached our lips,And covered up our names."

"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain."

"Till I loved I never lived."

"Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind--"