And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'

Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand.

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!