Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough... - Emily Dickinson

"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."

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

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

"Where thou art, that is home."

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