Emily Dickinson

"To shut our Eyes is Travel."

"The bustle in the house in the Morning after Death."

"A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day."

"It was not Death, for I stood up."

"Pain has an element of Blank."

"My Life had stood a Loaded Gun."

"I felt a Funeral in my Brain."

"It sifts from Leaden Sieves."

"These are the Days when Birds come back."

"Going to Her was like going to Nobody's house."

"A narrow Fellow in the Grass."

"The Spider as an Artist has never been employed."

"Heaven is so far of the Mind."

"Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day."

"We play at Paste while we are permitted to play at Boards."

"The Lonesome place against the Sky."

"Not knowing when the Dawn will come I open every Door."

"Dare not claim the present, which the moment that it is, dissolves."

"Her breast is fit for pearls, but I was not a Diver."

"The Admirations and Contempts of time is all I esteem."

"Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush."

"Behind Me Dips Eternity."

"The Heaven vests for each."

"Partake as doth the Bee."

"A slight neglect of this Boy."

"One note from One Bird."

"Winter under cultivation is become an art."

"The Frost performs its secret ministry."

"Let Us play Yesterday."

"How happy is the little Stone that rambles in the Road."