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.

And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.”

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

A grave, on which to rest from singing?

Since when was genius found respectable?

May the good God pardon all good men.

The devil's most devilish when respectable.