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

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

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

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