Best Witchcraft is Geometry To the magician's mind - His ordinary acts are feats To thinking of mankind. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Somewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved - the site of it by architect could not again… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Publication – is the Auction (788) Publication – is the Auction Of the Mind of Man – Poverty – be justifying For… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense… — 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
