I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

The Soul selects her own Society.

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!

I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats. Oh! Find it, sir, for me!

I imagine therefore I belong and am free.