Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.