Books are men of higher stature.

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

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

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.