If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain.
Because I could not stop for Death .He kindly stopped for me .The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd immortality.
Anger as soon as fed is dead- ‘Tis starving makes it fat.
There’s a certain Slant of light Winter Afternoons.That oppresses like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes.
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
My friends are my estate.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.