All Quotes

“All my possessions for a moment of time.”

“The queen of Scots is this day lighter of a fair son, and I am but a barren stock.”

“Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.”

“Elon Musk Explains Internet in 1998, Old Interview Goes Viral”

“If things aren't not failing you are not innovating enough. Fast Company, article "Hondas in Space"”

“Life is too short for long”

“I didn’t really expect to make any money. If I could make enough to cover the rent and buy some food that would be fine. As it turns out, it turned out to be quite valuable in the end.”

“I don’t have an issue with serving in the military per se, but serving in the South African army suppressing black people just didn’t seem like a really good way to spend time.”

“I think South Africa is a great country.”

“If you wanted to be close to the cutting edge, particularly in technology, you came to North America.”

“Tuition costs are outrageous. Fortunately, they gave me a scholarship…so I only had to cover living expenses, books, etc., by working.”

“One was the Internet, one was clean energy and one was space.”

“I could either watch it happen, or be part of it.”

“I Am the Only Being”

“First melted off the hope of youth Then Fancy's rainbow fast withdrew And then experience told me truth In mortal bosoms never grew 'Twas grief enough to think mankind All hollow, servile, insincere; But worse to trust to my own mind And find the same corruption there. "I Am the Only Being", st. 5”

“I Saw Thee, Child, One Summer Day”

“The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow, And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me”

“Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee Shall Nature cease to bow? Thy mind is ever moving In regions dark to thee; Recall its useless roving”

“He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars; Winds take a pensive tone and stars a tender fire And visions rise and change which kills me with desire. The Prisoner , st. 10”

“But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends; The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends Mute music sooths my breast”

“A Little While, a Little While”

“When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost and ready to despair, Thy kind voice calls me back again: Oh, my true friend! I am not lone, While thou canst speak with such a tone! "To Imagination", st. 1”

“So hopeless is the world without; The world within I doubly prize; Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt, And cold suspicion never rise; Where thou, and I, and Liberty, Have undisputed sovereignty. "To Imagination", st. 2”

“God is sitting here, looking into my very soul to see if I think right thoughts . Yet I am not afraid, for I try to be right and good; and He knows every one of my struggles. Letter to Abiah Root (29 January 1850); Mabel Loomis Todd (ed.) Letters of Emily Dickinson , vol. 1 (Boston: Roberts Bros, 1894) p. 39 [1] [2]”

“Friday I tasted life. It was a vast morsel. A circus passed the house”

“My friends are my "estate." Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. Letter to Samuel Bowles (August 1858 or 1859); Thomas H. Johnson (ed.) The Letters of Emily Dickinson (1958) p. 338, no. 193”

“I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur”

“If I read a book [and] it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way? Letter to T. W. Higginson (1870); Letters (1958) p. 474, no. 342a”

“To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations. Letter to T. W. Higginson (late 1872); Letters (1958) p. 380, no. 381”

“We turn not older with years, but newer every day. Letter to Louise Norcross (late 1872); Letters (1958) p. 499, no. 379”