Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. – 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

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. – 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
Luck is not chance, its toil fortunes expensive smile is earned. – Emily Dickinson
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. – Emily Dickinson