“Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me.”

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

The brain is wider than the sky.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

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.

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

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

Dwell in possibility.