Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

Earth's crammed with Heaven.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.

Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another!

Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.