"He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit brings!"
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven."
"Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency."
"Success is counted sweetest by those ne'er succeed."
"Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all."