To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe. – Emily Dickinson
His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part. – Emily Dickinson
You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself that my father bought me. They are better than human beings, because they know but do not tell. – Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. – Emily Dickinson