Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.

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.

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.