Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.
EMILY DICKINSONSunrise: day’s great progenitor.
EMILY DICKINSONTo travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
EMILY DICKINSONThere’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
EMILY DICKINSONFriends are nations in themselves.
EMILY DICKINSONCommon sense is almost as omniscient as God.
EMILY DICKINSONThe poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
EMILY DICKINSONI felt it shelter to speak to you.
EMILY DICKINSONTruth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSONNot knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
EMILY DICKINSONI am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
EMILY DICKINSONWhere thou art, that is home.
EMILY DICKINSONThe lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
EMILY DICKINSONBecause I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
EMILY DICKINSONOne step at a time is all it takes to get you there.
EMILY DICKINSONTo live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSONPeople need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
EMILY DICKINSON