But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory’s fog is rising.

— Emily Dickinson

Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.

— Emily Dickinson

Consciousness is the only home of which we know.

— Emily Dickinson

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

— Emily Dickinson

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

— Emily Dickinson

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

— Emily Dickinson

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

— Emily Dickinson

Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away.

— Emily Dickinson

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

— Emily Dickinson

Faith—is the Fearless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not—Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bolas it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side—It joins—behind the Salto what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to beta Our far, vacillating Feet first Necessity.

— Emily Dickinson