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.

And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.

I am a part of all that I have met.

Man's word is God in man.

The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.