EMILY DICKINSON

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

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.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.

God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.

Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.

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

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.