Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.

To be alive──is Power.

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

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

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

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