Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
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.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Forever is composed of nows.
Forever is composed of nows.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
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His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
