Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. |
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven. |
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. |
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality. |
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. |
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. |
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. |
Forever is composed of nows. |
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell. |
Dying is a wild night and a new road. |
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. |