Hope is a thing with feathers

In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!

I tasted life.

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.

There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else.

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'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!