He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust. Emily Dickinson drinkdusteat Change image and share on social
In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hopes in a pile of broken crockery. Emily Dickinson breakcrockeryhope Change image and share on social
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. Emily Dickinson fameficklefood Change image and share on social
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture. Emily Dickinson failfiniteinfinite Change image and share on social
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. Emily Dickinson chanceearnexpensive Change image and share on social
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality. Emily Dickinson dieimmortalitylove Change image and share on social
