Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
Luck is not chance, its toil fortunes expensive smile is earned. – Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit – Life! – Emily Dickinson