True knowledge comes only through suffering.

She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean.

Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.