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.
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more —
The brain is wider than the sky.
Forever is composed of nows.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.