The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

Fortune befriends the bold.

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

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

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

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

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

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.

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.

Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Where thou art, that is home.

My friends are my estate.

God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.

Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

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

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

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

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Forever is composed of nows.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

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.