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
Luck is not chance, its toil fortunes expensive smile is earned. – 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
Luck is not chance, its toil fortunes expensive smile is earned. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal friend? – Emily Dickinson