His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Assent — and you are sane — , demur — youre straightway dangerous — , and handled with a Chain — . – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Assent — and you are sane — , demur — youre straightway dangerous — , and handled with a Chain — . – Emily Dickinson
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend. – 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