Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.

There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder.

Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe.

How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!

No path is wholly rough.

Give her not greatness. For great souls must stand Alone and lonely in this little world: Cleft rocks that show the great Creator's hand, Thither by earthquakes hurled.

I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire.