Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.

Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.

I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.