Where thou art, that is home.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.

For love is immortality.

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

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.