Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.

What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.

A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?

Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.