Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And... - Emily Dickinson

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

"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."

"Forever is composed of nows."

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."

"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."