Men 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.

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

I work with patience, which is almost power.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.

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.

It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.