Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
