Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886, American Poet Quotes
Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
The brain is wider than the sky.
Superiority to fate is difficult to gain, 'tis not conferred of any, but possible to earn.
Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I; Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
Glee! The great storm is over!
The hearts that never lean must fall.
My only sketch, profile, of heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June -- and in it are my friends -- every one of them.
Death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust.
He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.