"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.44, Biblo & Tannen Publishers
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