One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted; One Need Not Be A House; The Brain Has Corridors Surpassing Material Place.
- Emily Dickinson
Success Is Counted Sweetest By Those Who Ne’er Succeed.
A Little Madness In The Spring Is Wholesome Even For The King.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul. And Sings The Tune Without The Words, And Never Stops At All.
I Hope You Love Birds Too. It Is Economical. It Saves Going To Heaven.
They Say That God Is Everywhere, And Yet We Always Think Of Him As Somewhat Of A Recluse.
Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead- ‘Tis Starving Makes It Fat.
There’s A Certain Slant Of Light, Winter Afternoons– That Oppresses, Like The Heft Of Cathedral Tunes–
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