"They shut me up in Prose — As when a little Girl / They put me in the Closet — Because they liked me 'still' —"

"Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –"

"To be of use is the only way to be happy."

"The Sun — just touched the Morning — The Morning — Happy thing — Supposed that He had come to dwell — And Life — would all be Spring —"

"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the …"