The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.

A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, -- prate of woman's rights, of woman's mission, woman's function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, A woman's function plainly is... to talk. Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed!

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .