Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But Microscopes are prudent
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Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But Microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.
