In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

I should not dare to call my soul my own.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

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

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.