I worked with patience which means almost power.

Since when was genius found respectable?

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

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.

Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

Who so loves believes the impossible.