A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within. - Emily Dickinson

"There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes."

"The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care"

"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."

"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."

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