"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (1986). “Selected Letters”, p.174, Harvard University Press
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