"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.27, Harvard University Press
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