I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?

Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.

So mothers have God's license to be missed.

A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.

The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech: It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the painted scene, Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, And take for a worthier stage the soul itself, Its shifting fancies and celestial lights, With all its grand orchestral silences To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.