There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

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

In your patience ye are strong.

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.

The devil's most devilish when respectable.