Emily Dickinson

The going from a World we know To one a Wonder still Is absolute as change of God Or metamorphosis Of comprehensive Wall –

The Mind has Nerves of it's own – that the Eye does not know –

The Dandelion's pallid tube Astounds the Grass at Noon –

My Business is Circumference –

The Frost of Death was on the Pane – He had a Face of Glass –

If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life the Aching Or cool one Pain Or help one fainting Robin Unto his Nest again I shall not live in vain.

The Lamp burns sure – within – Though Twilight stay away A trifling interval – And Heaven begin –

I could not be a Poet – as I was not a Bird – And so I chose to be a Fly – And buzz around the World –

They shut me up in Prose — As when a little Girl / They put me in the Closet — Because they liked me 'still' —

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

I like a look of Agony, Because I know it's true.

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant— / Success in Circuit lies

Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.

Saying nothing sometimes says the most.

I cannot live with you – it would be life – And life is over there – behind the Shelf –

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.

Success is counted sweetest / By those who ne'er succeed.

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate