Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. – Emily Dickinson
Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved — the site of it by architect could not again be proved. – Emily Dickinson

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. – Emily Dickinson
Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved — the site of it by architect could not again be proved. – Emily Dickinson
I like a look of Agony, because I know its true — men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe — – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson