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

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
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