- A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King. Emily Dickinson »
- Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat. Emily Dickinson »
- Because I could not stop for Death -- He kindly stopped for me -- The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd immortality. Emily Dickinson »
- Forever is composed of now. Emily Dickinson »
- Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all. Emily Dickinson »
- I dwell in possibility... Emily Dickinson »
- I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven. Emily Dickinson »
- If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. Emily Dickinson »
- My friends are my estate. Emily Dickinson »
- Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. Emily Dickinson »
- There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes-- Emily Dickinson »
- They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. Emily Dickinson »
- We turn not older with years, but newer every day. Emily Dickinson »
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