Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. – Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. – Emily Dickinson

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. – Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. – Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. – 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