But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.

I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.

I love humanity but I hate people.

SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.