Where thou art, that is home.- Emily Dickinson
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
They might not need me; but they might. I will let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
The brain is wider than the sky.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
