The Soul selects her own Society. - Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems
"The Soul selects her own Society."
"The Soul selects her own Society."
"I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—As if my Brain had split—I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—But could not make it fit."
"THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire,He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her.Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door,To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more."
"A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think."
"A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think."
"Not knowing when the dawn will comeI open every door."