Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. Emily Dickinson on age
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. Emily Dickinson on alone
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. Emily Dickinson on love
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. Emily Dickinson on morning
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! Emily Dickinson on nature
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. Emily Dickinson on nature