Emily Dickinson
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Where thou art, that is home.
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
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I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.