“Forever is composed of nows.”

“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 read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”

“One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place —”