They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.

Luck is not chance - It's Toil - Fortune's expensive smile Is earned

Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.

People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.