Queens you must always be: queens to your lovers; queens to your husbands and your sons, queens of higher mystery to the world beyond. . . . But alas, you are too often idle and careless queens, grasping at majesty in the least things, while you abdicate it in the greatest.

O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll; While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora of the soul.

It is not the smallest use to try to make people good, unless you try at the same time - and they feel that you are trying - to make them happy. And you rarely can make another happy, unless you are happy yourself.

One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.

God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.

there is nothing so absolute as the tyranny of weakness.