Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!, Underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit Life!
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd immortality.
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
The possible's slow fuse is lit, by the Imagination.
Anger as soon as fed is dead 'Tis starving makes it fat.
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Where thou art, that is home.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year: and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
Luck is not chance - It's Toil - Fortune's expensive smile Is earned
AFRAID? Of whom am I afraid? <br/>Not death; for who is he? <br/>The porter of my fathers lodge <br/>As much abasheth me.
Narcotics cannot still the tooth<br/>That Nibbles at the soul
If it wasn't for dogs, some people would never go for a walk.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeiing,<br/>Chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.<br/>Merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,<br/>Mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you'll be fairies all.
I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.
Forever is composed of nows.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Faith is the pierless bridge supporting what we see unto the scene that we do not.
Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing.