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.

Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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

There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.

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

Either sex alone is half itself.

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.