I have an appetite for silence.

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

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

The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?