If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.

I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.

I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don’t doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.

I dwell in possibility.

My friends are my estate.

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

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.

Forever is composed of nows.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.

Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.