Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - a... - Emily Dickinson

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

"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."

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

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

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