Tell the truth, but tell it slant. – Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. – Emily Dickinson

Tell the truth, but tell it slant. – Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
Assent — and you are sane — , demur — youre straightway dangerous — , and handled with a Chain — . – Emily Dickinson