Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Forever is composed of nows.
Forever is composed of nows.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never read more
"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .
