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
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. – 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
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. – Emily Dickinson
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson