Emily Dickinson

Beauty is not caused. It is.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away

Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.

Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.

Anger as soon as fed is dead — 'Tis starving makes it fat.

Anger as soon as fed is dead — 'Tis starving makes it fat.

Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops read more

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