“Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.”

The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun – if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

I dwell in possibility.

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.

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

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

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.

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

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun!

One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.

It is easy to work when the soul is at play.

I rejoice in a belief that intellectual light will spring up in the dark corners of the earth.

The prolonged slavery of woman is the darkest page in human history.

It is the wise man’s part to leave in darkness everything that is ugly.

When you find out that there was never anything in the dark side to be afraid of, Nothing is left but to love.

Peo­ple who start think­ing deep dark thoughts in the mid­dle of a war start ex­pect­ing to lose.

In dark hours, true leaders rise.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.