Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame give me the man who living makes a name.
Art is a house that tries to be haunted.
This is my letter to the worldThat never wrote to me
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -He doubtless did his best -How softly sinks that trembling sunIn Human Nature's West -
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
The Soul selects her own Society.
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: 'T will keep.I woke and chid my honest fingers,—The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all...
Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste,And I had put awayMy labour, and my leisure too,For hi...
Much Madness is divinest Sense —To a discerning Eye —Much Sense — the starkest Madness —'Tis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevail —Assent — and you are sane —Demur — you're straightway dangerous —And...
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Success is counted sweetest by those ne'er succeed.
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil A third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven, And...
Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.