Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. - Emily Dickinson

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

"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."

"Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed."

"A wounded dear leaps the highest"

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