One need not be a chamber to be haunted. - Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems

"A Word is DeadA word is deadWhen it is said,Some say.I say it justBegins to liveThat day."

"A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think."

"The Soul selects her own Society."

"Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be the stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm.I've heard it in the chilliest landAnd on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me."

"Not knowing when the dawn will comeI open every door."