“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.”

I dwell in possibility.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tune without the words - and never stops at all.

Forever is composed of nows.

The brain is wider than the sky.

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

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

I find ecstasy in living; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

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