Where thou art, that is home. - Emily Dickinson

"That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet."

"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."

"I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine."

"A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within."

"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry."