The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.

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.

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.

The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.