My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another!

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.

A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

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

Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.