Do you hear the children singing?

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.

Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.