If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

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

Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.

I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.

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

Silence is the best response to a fool.