- They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. »
- Forever is composed of now. »
- A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King. »
- Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat. »
- If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. »
- I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven. »
- Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. »
- Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all. »
- I dwell in possibility... »
- There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes-- »
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