A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.

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 love you for the part of me that you bring out.

Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.

A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.