Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.

What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.

But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.