A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.

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

Light tomorrow with today!

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.