How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
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.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
For love is immortality.
Luck is not chance, it's toil fortune's expensive smile is earned.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
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.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
They might not need me but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.