The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAnd I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningMen of science, osteologists And surgeons, beat some poets, in respect For nature,-count nought common or unclean, Spend raptures upon perfect specimens Of indurated veins, distorted joints, Or beautiful new cases of curved spine; While we, we are shocked at nature's falling off, We dare to shrink back from her warts and blains.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning