So mothers have God's license to be missed.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

Art is much, but love is more.

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.