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

Wonder is not precisely knowing.

The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.

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!

He who hasn’t tasted bitter things hasn’t earned sweet things.

The worst thing you can do to a child, and I’ve seen it happen so many times, is the silver spoon.

If we are all alive ten years hence, let’s meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we are then than now.

I could count on one hand how many times I’ve worked out.

The truth is, the Science of Nature has been already too long made only a work of the Brain and the Fancy: It is now high time that it should return to the plainness and soundness of Observations on material and obvious things.

When it’s your time, it is your time.

Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike