There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.
Age before beauty, and pearls before swine.
Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.
My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.
The House Beautiful is the play lousy.