“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.”

“I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the liv...”

“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That cou...”

“In a serener Bright, In a more golden light I see Each little doubt and fear, Each little discord here Removed.”

“Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.”

“Tell all the truth but tell it slant.”

“One need not be a chamber to be haunted.”