"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him."
3 likes
Source: Emily Dickinson (1959). “Selected poems and letters of Emily Dickinson: together with Thomas Wentworth Higginson's account of his correspondence with the poet and his visit to her in Amherst”, Turtleback
About the author