Emily Dickinson

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

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

And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large read more

And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours
But large enough for me.

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.

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

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

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

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