You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.

The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.

A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.

Man's word is God in man.

The woman is so hard Upon the woman.