The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
Love that endures, from life that disappears!
Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.
Books succeed; and lives fail.
In your patience ye are strong.
The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.