Emily Dickinson

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more —

The brain is wider than the sky.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.