Some people always sigh in thanking God.

Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.

I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.

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.

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use