Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. – Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. – Emily Dickinson

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. – Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. – Emily Dickinson
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. – Emily Dickinson