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.
Hope is a thing with feathers
The Soul selects her own Society.
The only Commandment I ever obeyed โ 'Consider the Lilies.
To be aliveโโis Power.
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!