And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.

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

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.

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

Eve is a twofold mystery.