If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

Hope is a thing with feathers

After great pain, a formal feeling comes — The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round — Of Ground, or Air, or Ought — A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone — This is the Hour of Lead — Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow — First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —

Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!

I never saw a meme; I never saw the sea.

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.

Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.